Thirsting for life.
Starving for death.
It makes me wonder
If there's life after death.
The clock strikes 12.
The silver chimes sing.
I close my eyes, shut them tight,
Slowly and I begin to think.
Sink or swim.
Do or die.
Was my entire life
Just a lie?
I lie and listen
To the bells.
I take the blade,
Confused as all hell.
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