Death's Golden Ticket, My Last Token.
Trapped within the screams of my mind,
I am forced to run,
Never to look behind.
For the darkness is calling,
My hopes now falling,
Thrown to the cold, hard, earth.
A fool I have been made by so many others,
Not a single friend to confide and seek comfort,
I am utterly alone.
Not a single hint of life,
The world now a wasteland,
I must suffer and plead,
For the sins of a sinner,
From these eternal wounds I continue to bleed.
I shall forever hang my brow in shame,
For death comes, and calls my name.
On the lips of the dead my name has been spoken,
It is my turn, deaths golden ticket, my last token.
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