"die"

harm reduction
old seduction
army knives
drunk dives
shoot your enemy
fight for your right
stab your lover
take his sight
open wounds rotting
rotting and falling apart
once flourishing in part
nothing heals if you run it, run it, run it down, over again till flesh bursts out and blood streams down, cry until you feel good or die until you dont, nothing makes you special and nothing makes you loved anymore
cry cry cry cry
die
die
die
die