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From August Underground by Bellwethr
I wish to die alone
Secluded in the deep of the woods
Privacy for my final act
Silence in the heat of the moment
All that’s left is to decide
Between my knife or a rope
The decision is simple
I conform to the shape of the trees
Instrument of symmetry
Fall into the floor
Useless acts of self-indulgence
Useless blade of ritual
The body calls for self-slaughter
No more hesitation
Commit to your suicide
Commit to eternal repose
The mind rejects itself
Humored by the hope of acceptance
If it can’t accept itself
Who else would?
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