death

Drowning in purposelessness

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For I lay my life as a toast,
to a deep deathful slumber.
For no passion ignites my heart,
and no art seem worthwhile.
For no dream seem worth chasing,
and no beauty well defined.

Death glorified?

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As I stood to take a step,

Darkness swept and life drained out

I felt afraid for my life.

His

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As I took my last breath,
And through absolution,
Wished to let myself off pain,
His vision was the only thing that appeared,
It was then I told him, that I loved him,
But somewhere along the way,
The scars got too deep and his efforts paid off,
Because, I stopped