𝐔𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐀𝐥𝐟𝐚𝐳

𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞

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O death come greet me in your arms,

Where the cure of my heart lies hidden.

Pull me in your sphere,

To redeem me from blades unbidden.

Salvage me from this version of actuality,

Where my gashes know only heartache and treachery.

Free me from worldly ties

That snapped my brittle existence into dust.

Take me to your tranquil pit,

where the end feels lighter than unbearable pain.

A/N: @shaguftawrites this poem is for you, my dear.

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