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Words of a dying soul

The shadows do haunt and torment,
An awful wreckage of loneliness I have become,
Silence surrounds all my emptiness,
 No more youthful days will be mine,
I am living deep within the illusions of myself,
I know that I am nothing more than a piece of deteriorating flesh,
On deaths doorstep I know I will one day be upon,
I will for now block out my pain.

Reflections of the past for now have given me strength and hope,
I urge to myself I will still be here to see the next tear of rain fall,
In my hands I shall catch again the purest of flake from the snow of the heavens,
I shall see once again the sky turn golden with the warmest of sun set,
I in hope shall hear tomorrow the songs of the birds as the dawn breaks,
Tomorrow if I wake I shall take my first breath with endless gratitude.

I have learned a lot of lessons and my knowledge I have tried to share,
I know I spent each day of my life proudly wearing my heart upon my sleeve,
Now the mystical sense of reality has been captured in my mind,
It has become frightening when all I know has begun to fall apart,
My soul has tired and decayed with endless exhaustion,
I will soon travel to another world far beyond the one I now know,
This is the journey I must take alone and this I without choice accept,
Like a ghost in the shadows I know I am soon destined to be.

Reflections of the past for now have given me strength and hope,
I urge to myself I will still be here to see the next tear of rain fall,
In my hands I shall catch again the purest of flake from the snow of the heavens,
I shall see once again the sky turn golden with the warmest of sun set,
I in hope shall hear tomorrow the songs of the birds as the dawn breaks,
Tomorrow I say again, if I wake I shall take my first breath with endless gratitude.

 

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