I saw death when I was alive
Living and breathing, I bore witness
To death and suffocation
Killed and stoned
I saw death and she was beautiful
Because the answers were unnecessary
The questions all stopped
He stood over her and began to cry
He was the life that her death lived inside
My eyes burned into her pupils that stared
The connection was gone, lost, never more
He wept until the rain came and washed over
I saw this all and I felt an orgasm coming
I saw all of this and I felt an orgasm going
There had to be an exit
Haha
There is an exit
It was there all along
Can you see it?
It's right over
There
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