Its like everywhere that I look,
I can see the faint outline of death herself
And every time I see her,
She looks welcoming but lonely.
I get the feeling that I am meant to give her company,
Like we were made for each other.
But every time she stretches her arm out toward me
I go to grasp it and hold on
But she fades before I can hold her hand
Before I can touch it
And there I am back in the endless chaos of my life
Dec 26, 2024
Dec 26, 2024 at 12:56 PM UTC
Its like everywhere that I look,
I can see the faint outline of death herself
And every time I see her,
She looks welcoming but lonely.
I get the feeling that I am meant to give her company,
Like we were made for each other.
But every time she stretches her arm out toward me
I go to grasp it and hold on
But she fades before I can hold her hand
Before I can touch it
And there I am back in the endless chaos of my life
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