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Waiting for that final day I get the unmarked grave So here’s my last reward for years of suffering Too blind to tell I sank this fatal knife in myself Buried alive with my thoughts long ago Suburban mausoleum I once called home No doors and no windows allowed Surviving on whispers and rumors for now See all these places that I used to know Withered and crumbling memories made of stone What’s left but the deafening sound Of emptiness filling the air all around? The stars I used to believe in Nothing but satеllites, uninspiring machines (Decеived) Waiting for that final day I get the unmarked grave So here’s my last reward for years of suffering Too blind to tell I sank this fatal knife in myself Poorly written poetry, a worthless eulogy With zero volunteers to carry me away Too blind to tell I sank this fatal knife in myself Always a sucker for heart wrenching hope But somehow terrified that I’ll die alone My fault not wanting to be found Hide and seek champion, three decades down Lack of attention, I’m starved to the bone A self-inflicted kind of tragic syndrome Autopsy shows nothing resounds In my head the echoes have all faded out The stars I used to believe in Nothing but satellites, uninspiring machines Deceived Waiting for that final day I get the unmarked grave So here’s my last reward for years of suffering Too blind to tell I sank this fatal knife in myself Poorly written poetry, a worthless eulogy With zero volunteers to carry me away Too blind to tell I sank this fatal knife in myself I was always too blind to tell I sank this fatal knife in myself!
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