I sit in this meadow
Mild and meek
My mind very twisted
My memory bleak
My eyes blank and dusty
And my cheeks, do i dare?
The grass is all dead
The tree's are all bare.
My brain trapped in darkness,
My nightgown is stained
With the blood of the poor
I so carelessly maimed.
The sky is bruised and sick
So well like my face.
The angry scars of parents
That time cannot erase.
My bony, green tinged feet
Dangle over a grey edge
I look down into the cliff
I scoot up to the edge.
I smile, teeth so rotton
As my hands lose their strong grip
And my legs slowly slide off,
As my body starts to slip.
I'm laughing as I fall
Spiriling to my end
My eyes look up one last time
As I meet Death, my friend.
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