Way to the hospital, way to the morgue,
She knew them both by heart,
A flick to the left, a flick to the right,
And she would’ve done her part.
Both had been traced innumerable times
On wrists already marked;
A scar each, for the demons
She failed to keep in dark.
What stops her yet she does not know,
But the hounds have begun to bark,
Her weakened heart beats a death march
And the headless carriage draws near, now hark!
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