Ice Cream Sundae

Forty thousand tears i cried,
why'd i pick that number?
smaller and i would've lied,
but rather died in slumber.
Just as many i swallowed,
they were salty on my face.
all those victims i followed,
should've been me in their place.
Pick a number they all died,
wonder what they thought prior,
their hearts wet with suicide,
while it shoul've been on fire.
To heal me forever from this,
is all i really do need.
one last masochistic kiss,
one last forever to bleed.

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