You are the peeling scab on my heart.
You are the coke addicition I start.
You are the cancer tumor in my brain.
You are the high voltage in the rain.
You are the drivers' fifteenth beer.
You are the car that will not steer.
You are the AIDS left on the syringe.
You are the three week heroin binge.
You are the razor stuck in my wrist.
You are the blade clenched in a fist.
You are the pool of blood I drown in.
You are the guillotine I watch open.
You are the cancer eating each lung.
You are the rope from which I'm hung.
You are the pistol forced in my hands.
You are the seatbelt's broken strands.
You are the tractor that ran the red.
You are the shotgun wound in my head.
You are the gasoline burning the room.
You are the only culprit for my tomb.
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