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Silent Ode
It's getting harder up here to breathe.
 Thick smoke is now smothering me. 
 Clouds of black fill my skies.
 Tonight there are no tears to cry. 
 I dump the liquid in my mouth. 
 Poison that promises my way out. 
 The rope pulls tighter on my neck. 
 Threatening the remains of a harsh train wreck. 
 The flames burn deep throughout my flesh. 
 The sting of pain keeps old memories fresh. 
 I toy with the blade that rests in my hand. 
 I only long to leave this land.
 I try to think back to a time 
 When I had no reason to rhyme 
 Back before I met that thief.
 Before he caused me such great grief. 
 My innocence is what he stole. 
 Now he is hunting down my soul. 
 I take the knife and start to carve.
 My body is weak, for I have starved.
 My will has nearly disappeared.
 My heart was the target of his spear. 
 There are no windows here to break
 But somewhere, I know waits my escape. 
 Hatred seeps slowly through my veins. 
 Until I cut and start the rains. 
 On and on I hear him shout. 
 Oh what happened to my way out?
 If I had wings to fly away 
 Surely I could have escaped
 That bitter day back in June,
 The end of me, has come so soon.  
 He should have killed me for all's sake. 
 I've had much more than I can take. 
 There is nothing more for me to say.  
 They never loved me anyway.  
 I'm still alive but I have gone insane
 My silence is only screaming my pain.

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