If you had been saved, I wouldn’t have caved
Insert info here, of whom was held dear
What did I do?
to warrant bullseye from you...
echoes of foe, thriving off my woe
What did you tell yourself?
when suffocating my health...
How could you sleep?
knowing of my piercing weeps...
Did you foretell of my upcoming demise?
When meeting my swollen paralyzed eyes...
Everyday you are not saved, paves deeper other graves
You reeled in my fate, encouraging my last date
My families turn weeping, now I’m no longer breathing
For an oasis I found 6 feet underground
My obituary whilst new, an ink stained doing of you
Did my last breath see to your happiness?
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