Lean On Death
lean on death
My nights are spent with things unseen,
I lay awake within this dream.
The demons locked inside my head,
They tear at me, and rip, and shred.
I'll cut them out, release their hold.
My body still, warmth fades to cold.
Oh Death, I taste you! Hear my plea,
I beg, your shoulder, comfort me.
Your golden touch, a holy knife,
The dream now ends, this useless life
Your poisoned whispers, tightened ropes
Such blinding visions bring me hope.
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