The Last Few Thoughts
This day this month called life cannot be real
Down up down up around South where Death lay
Everything my palms touch does not have feel
He signed the deed to my corpse with a seal
New found knowledge pain does not float away
This day this month called life cannot be real
Excruciating, never-ending deal
Terror yet excitement stand in my way
Everything my palms touch does not have feel
To this my pleasure while my fresh skin peals
Motionless, to let Death do the decay
This day this month called life cannot be real
Arms open for his embrace death takes my wheel
Cracked free my eyes a haze of black and greys
Everything my palms touch does not have feel
A dream or real what to make of this spiel
Taken by Death himself to my dismay
This day this month called life cannot be real
Everything my palms touch does not have feel
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