There it was, final line to walk down
A tired sigh from the days lived on
The reasons never met each other, but
The earth held, held so much more allure

And one could swear
To be ready to hit the ground
And one could swear
This grave wasn't meant to be found

The feet believed, believed that they were walking through...
Perfect, it's a decision made premature
The ground's a guilty bed for the souls
Feeling dead, yet still so full of life.

It's nothing much, just a mislead prerogative
A second will hidden away inside this chest
The veins never connect together, though it'll never try
The heart has, has so much more to endure

And one could swear
To be ready to stop its beating sound
And one could swear
To bury their self in an earthly mound

The eyes perceived, perceived that they were thinking of these...
Wonderful, these secrets laid to wasteful memories
The call is there to make, but can could one really see it?
Sometimes death seems quite a beautiful feat.

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