Morbid Sensation
The sweet embrace
A morbid sensation
Somehow enticing
Staring death in the face
No pain
No angst
No feeling at all
Other than that of eternal slumber
Whether you’ve danced with the devil
Or sang with the angels
Remained pure
Or dabbled in evil
You too
Someday
Inevitably
Will stare death in the face
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