The Thought of Death
Death is laughging in her cry
No time for tears to dry
An underlying sense of counting down
The blackend life
Her baggy eye caught a glint of the knife
Its death again
He's always here
Watchinng waiting hear the stare
A half painted face so incomplete
A stranger in the mirror for me to meet
Another day has past
My thoughts are forever here to last...
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