Suicide or Slavery

I often contemplate suicide
I feel the knife in my dreams
Sad taste of reality
I have no place to hide

As I pace across the silver screen
In my dreams I feel as if I am loved
But when I wake up I feel as if
I want to drain my own blood

I used to think what dishonor
I used to think of others
Now I am trapped in a black thorn cage
Where I would rather die than be a slave.

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