Psyanide
Numbing poison can’t stay sane.
It’s gnawing, gnawing at my brain.
A cure I cannot seem to find
To start the healing of my mind.
Depression, anger, fear and hate
My feelings I cannot relate.
I feel so cut off and alone.
This feeling numbing to the bone.
I want to escape from this hell
Before hearing my death knell.
So running, running off I go.
Where my mind is, I don’t know.
Finally gasping my last breath
I found serenity in death.
And when you ask them how I died
They’ll tell you it was psyanide.
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