Death comes slowly today
from the inside out I decay.
Sweeping over your tired soul,
leaving you frozen, so cold.
Oppressed by your serpentine mind,
wondrous echo's of previous time.
Hooded figures assemble round you,
waiting for deaths distinguished debut.
Until ultimately its completely finished,
and reality has become diminished.
from the inside out I decay.
Sweeping over your tired soul,
leaving you frozen, so cold.
Oppressed by your serpentine mind,
wondrous echo's of previous time.
Hooded figures assemble round you,
waiting for deaths distinguished debut.
Until ultimately its completely finished,
and reality has become diminished.
Written Nov 07
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