Pray that it kills me rightly
That it takes my life before I may
That it shall take me quietly.
For I do not have the strength
Nor have not the courage
To take my thoughts to length,
To give into the urge.
The thoughts that drown my mind
Begin to freeze my spirit,
A drink of the lethal kind,
A drink. I wish I made it.
Darker thoughts I never knew
I hope it kills me before I do.
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