I sit on the ground,
And steady my head.
It doesn't really matter.
I'm already dead.
I turn my arm up,
About to begin.
The voices are silenced
As the blade digs in.
First there's a pinch
Then the blood starts to explore.
Forming little red beads,
it soon starts to pour.
I laugh at the sight.
My arm starts to burn.
The monsters inside are dying,
And they start to squirm.
The feeling goes away.
There's a pounding in my head.
There's no hope for me.
I'm already dead.
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I'm Already Dead
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