Too Late

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Tears build the eyes,

Streaking down.

Stringing with sorrow,

The pain, the suffering,

The surrounding darkness,

Just wanting to end it all,

 Waiting, and waiting.

Swallowing the broken soul,

Ripping apart, tearing down.

Destroying the light,

Every possible way.

Burning, killing, pain inside.

Dead.

Alive on the outside,

Dead on the inside.

Haunting.

Black, dark.

The bright red blood,

Dripping on the ground,

The body, num.

Death is peaceful,

Fear is not. 

The heart aches and burns,

You dont want to bleed,

Your scared,

Everything seems slow,

Its all to late.

No one understands.

The chance is slight.

Falling fast,

Are you capable of such?

Of course.

No one knows.

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