A Soul I Lack
I'd felt to die
But not long before
It felt a while ago
Was laying on the floor
The breathing to halt
And my sight to go black
Life and warmth among things I lack
Laying cold on the floor as my sight turn to black
Cold through my corpse
A soul I lack.
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