Her Death

The end is near,

She faces her fear,

She takes a deep breath,

Welcoming death,

Grabs the knife,

Attempts to end her life,

She aims and gives Hell,

Bites her lips so there's no yell,

Lying on her death bed,

The scene turns red,

Blood in her hair,

No one's there,

Crimson collar,

No possible way to hollar,

Dying all alone,

Because she cut to the bone.

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