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This life of nightly pain

I can no longer endure

My blood will soon drain

For me there is no cure



Much I have lost in my life

And it is all my own fault

Seeking relief I find a knife

As I begin my assault



Blade pierces skin; I feel numb

Years of torture I can blame

To the darkness I've succumb

Now I reach for the flame



It is a symbol of my daily hell

There is no one in sight

Remorsefully I bid farewell;

I go quietly into the night