My Lovely Death
He is life and I am death.
He is the sun that shines in the early summer days and I am the moon at the dead of night.
His eyes are alive and wild while mine are dead and hollow.
His smile radiates happiness while my grimace is only sorrow.
He is the light at the end of the tunnel and I am the shadow that hides in the darkness.
He is a dream in which you smile and I am a nightmare in which you scream.
He is life and I am death.
He is a beautiful lie and I am a painful truth.
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