Demise

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Footsteps smothered with black tar

No recollection of who you are

Is this what you wanted lord?

For my spirit to burn in hell

All my eyes see is the floor

Doubting if I was pushed or if I fell

Silence is bliss

Yet my thoughts are so loud

How can we sleep with death watching us?

His black footsteps haunting your every breath

Come and watch me, watch me welcome demise

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