• Fight or flight
    Run from life
    With one last strike
    I take the knife

    The blood is shed
    The floor is wet
    You rest your head
    For one last set

    The screams escape
    The help’s too late
    Death comes with tape
    To seal your fate

    You are trapped
    In blankets, wrapped
    My plan is mapped
    And markers capped

    Goodbye, goodbye
    Your wings can’t fly
    So I imply
    Your turn to die