Death's horse

standing by Death's horse

with razor I slit open my vein

surprised I didn't feel any pain

didn't do it out of aggression

I didn't show signs of depression

I'm pretty sure that isn't the case

it happens every time I'm displaced

I was getting weak, a bit groggy

couldn't focus, sight was foggy

followed by an unnatural cold

what happens next will never be told

standing by Death's horse

standing by Death's horse

Rondeau Poem

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