Author of "I Killed My Friends and It Thrilled Me"

When sleep is scarce and support is gone
That’s when I’m thinking it’s time to be done.
I know they said we must never quit
But I bet you, walk, they haven’t done it.

Fading daily, my time to takeoff.
What’s the alternative if I drop-off?
The other path is bleak, unclear.
Well, then, it’s final. I’m staying here.


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