Goodnight cutter,
your pillow is red,
you went to far and now you are dead.
No pulse in your neck not even one beat.
A note on your side, sorry for the mess.
Some simple words on your last breath.
Tears rush down they stain the floor.
All we can do now is mourn.
You got your wishes deep in the ground.
We all hope you are happy now.
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Cancel my subscription to the resurrection
Send my credentials to the House of Detention
I got some friends inside, yeah
Before I sink
Into the Big Sleep,
I want to hear
The scream of the Butterfly.
Mr. MoJo Risin’