Dead while Alive

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Death rolls in with the tide,
Strong and gusty, wearing a toothy smile,
The force washing you out to sea,
In pains and sorrows the dark shadow grows

Falling in a dark pit during sleep,
It snatches your soul, without a peep,
Stopping my breath, crushed my windpipe
Blinding my eyes, plucked my sight

Death creeps for me each moment,
Tickling my life, it's no surprise,
Is it wrong to accept my demise?
A lifeless spirit and great woes.

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