17° Death And I.

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I sprawl across
The glittering blanket of the shore
Where I mourn over my loss,
So across the sky, my soul did soar.

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Death has reared himself a throne
Far away from our Gehenna
And away from our souls, too torn,
Pondering over this reminiscence.

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The waves undulate,
Crashing with my numb carcass
As I drown in my self-hate,
Dreaming of my absence.

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Death is treading closer
To embrace our lives.
Today, he's been so sober,
With a grin running so wide.

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