The New Dying

Everyone is killing

Killing someone that they never wanted to

Killing until they live.

Killing to forget.

Killing to remember.

Stop killing me

Am I even real?

Can I be an angel?

Because bleeding smells like a new day.

New dying, finally.

Do you want to hear a secret?

Secret from my other side.

Come, take my whisper:

Finally, the battle is over,

I won, I won!

Finally, I won!

Then I lost.

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