Out

Your habits betray you
Ready to slay you
Right where you stand
Hanging by a strand

I watch it all slip away
Into the darkness and the fray
I hoped to have reached you
Your absence makes me blue

I am my own last resort
Sacrifices will cohort
No longer seeking you out
Only I am on my way out

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