my time has come,
drink 8 shots of gin,
finally I succumb,
in this life of sin,
the insulin injection,
lets me die slowly,
curing my self rejection,
a plan I know of only,
all would see this as a mistake,
as I sit and smile,
at my very wake,
awaiting my trail,
but until that time,
I no longer feel upset,
even if it is a crime,
I will no longer let,
my mind be the victim,
of this prism,
in which is a prison,
I stay in as long as I'm livin'
so let death be my key,
that finally set's me free!
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