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Lines of streetlights blind And illuminate the rain Blood washes with the water As it trickles from my veins This broken bottle begs another Cigarettes and broken glass I want this night to cross the line For this to be my last. The fear of destitution Is destroying my life This spiralling depression Is tearing me apart. Screams into the darkness Bloodied hands outstretched in vain Begging for the night to take me Just to fade into the rain A shadow and a memory A reflection of a dream Any reason to stop living Any way to end this pain. This hopeless desolation This emptiness within I cannot see through darkness I have to make this end.