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"Suicide Wings"
Cold floor on my back
Every word, a heart attack
Roaches crawl along my skin
I cut open to let them in
Playing with my wrists against these strings
Let me fly away with my suicide wings
Hear me become the angel that I could never be
With my death I know, you'll be proud of me
Rusty knife still in my back
Reminder of the friends I lack
Cigarette, my wand I cast
Took a drag and then I laughed
Playing with my wrists against these strings
Let me fly away with my suicide wings
Hear me become the angel that I could never be
With my death I know, you'll be proud of me
~J.D.~