Grey, cold metal fuses with skin and
Manufactures blood
One man's life, a part of this small world
Ends with the softest thud
Streams of tears dressed just like the rain
In this monsoon fall
End of light causes claustrophobia
Like closing in of walls
I had a vision, two perfect strangers
Screaming to me for help
But life is the war that i had died fighting
Me against myself
Death is the air that fills the streets now
Suffocating stench
Last blink of light, just like a dying Sun
They saw before they left
Hands soaked in blood, I'm labelled a killer
For turning around that bend
This is how my scarred life would begin
And this is how it'll end
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