Death Is Me
I'm in touch with the Reaper Grim
falling under his sickle blade
He is cold but I am not fearing
as this life of mine quickly fades into nothing
Animals to be seen
have torn apart this timid soul
Thinking that LIFE would be kind
Somehow,the irony is under cloak
and it does not wish to reveal himself
My eyes become dark without sight
vision dissipated as nowhere is felt
The heart beat is less
its rhythm is still quiet
LIFE is not this person sweet
I am to blame for every mistake that I have made
Can you feel the cold draw near
this blood of mine will not flow ever again
DEATH IS ME
of course it is!!
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