Short Anaesthetic Poems

we walk away from setting light
and stride into the somber night
ending in an endless dusk
the vibrant mornings dying husk
and as we sleep, and as we die
our fading soul can never cry
and as we die, and as we weep
our fading bodies fall asleep
and as we weep, and as we wake
our anaesthetic minds awake
and as we wake, and as we fade
we dream of heaven, fiction made
and as we fade, so do we die
and dream of darkness as we lie...

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