My Dead Body

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My blood runs cold

Chilling my dead veins

Freezing the flames of life

Destroying hopes of warmth

My limbs lay limp

The muscles rotting away

Turning into nothing

Becoming liveless

By eyes turn grey

Colour and life running out

I cry tears of life

As my life runs free

Now my body lays still

As cold as ice

And as hard as stone

As limp as rubber

My veins dry up

My bones rust and turn to dust

Life fades, existances gone

I do not lay there dead

My body is gone

Past its time

It lays there, not me

Dead and rotting

I'm gone

Free from the dead prison

I'm dead

But alive

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