Me against the wall
Feel anything at all
Near death
Last breath
Passing out
Time to shout
You're going down
For the count
Blood loss is forming
Death creeps in
Taken away
Pictured it before
But tonight
Boundaries are gone
Soul is slipping home
Given away to you
O worthless evil
Sinful devils
Torture rack
Panic attack
Nervous system
Stripped
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Author:
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