Sweet serenades she calls.
You'll be happier dead.
The sweet music she lawls.
Don't you hate the life you've led?
She calls my name.
To heed the silence.
I scream out in pain.
Only settled with violence.
A war against myself.
That will end with dismay.
The depression she won.
But I was gone either way.
Living like a zombie.
Or dying like a fool.
Only wanting to be free.
My life was so dull.
Credit: Shane Matthews
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