death; a poem.

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Will you look upon me before the dawn?

will you kiss me?

when your fingers run through my hair,

Will you miss me?

Love has lied many times, but I'm not one to cry, do not diss me.

A danger is in the air, but I'm one to stare, please forgive me. please, forgive me..

Time is not so nice, My mirror on the wall tells me differently. My mirror on the wall tells me differently.

the air has gotten so tight, then it hits me.

Your trembling tears rest on my naked ear, I am sorry, just a fragment of time in one little life, its drifting.

death is not so nice, but in the end we must die, life is tempting. Really tempting.

to win we must win, but to die we must loose, 

how forgiving.

My soul awakes alive, It's so tempting...

but yet again

even if I may not want it. 

I will relive my sins.

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