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Black Comedy

Breathe you son of a bitch, don't you dare let go! 
Too young to die, to vile autonomy 
No response and a pulse at an all time low 
Please wake up my friend, I can't stand here watching you die 
Mouth to mouth, still no sign of life 
Come on my friend, you can make through it 
Hang on, live on, get through this day 
Wake up, stand up, don't fuck me this way, way! 
 
Pinch you hard, but you won't move an inch 
Eyes are closed, reflexes motionless 
Skin is moist, stiff, white and cold 
Can I accept that there's no more I can do? (do!)
The irony of fate 
 
I'm sitting here crying: too proud to admit that I've lost it 
The grim grip of reality sweeps me whole with misery 
A friend so colourful, his body's left, absent of soul 
Freezes my thoughts, my will live, if there are lives to take 
Who wants to give?
 
Eyes are blurring, is this a dream? 
What's happening to me? 
It's dark, cold and I can't see 
Can't feel the blood in me 
Emptiness, I'm falling 
Illusions flash aside 
A struggle to recover, inside I slowly die
	
I'm the fucking victim here!
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