I want to feel Death's icy grasp along my lungs
as he takes me into the afterlife.
I want Death to come as gently
as the forest whispers with the wind
with the icicles
that house his hands taking my soul from this torment.
I want him to come to me as he always has,
as he always will.
I want him to visit me for the last time
and take me into the dead as the only friend
I have gained in life.
But he will not,
as Death is the best kind of friend.
He only comes when you need him most and I guess
I don't need him right now.
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Let Me Show You The Night
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