My face is going white
My skin is getting cold
My hair is getting hard
My eyes are unmoving
My heart is no longer beating
I am no longer breathing
I am no longer moving
I am no longer talking
As I am dead
But I died with a smile on my face
As it was my time to be set free
I died knowing that when I get to my place
My lover will be there
Holding the gate open for me to join him
Oct 9, 2013
Oct 9, 2013 at 12:32 AM UTC
My face is going white
My skin is getting cold
My hair is getting hard
My eyes are unmoving
My heart is no longer beating
I am no longer breathing
I am no longer moving
I am no longer talking
As I am dead
But I died with a smile on my face
As it was my time to be set free
I died knowing that when I get to my place
My lover will be there
Holding the gate open for me to join him
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