Death
In death I write to the souls that listen.Fear is not in the darkness but in the light.
Hands grasp my bleeding neck and I feel finally,
I feel; Not pain nor pleasure but a gentle whisper
That flutters over my body.
Death
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Fear is not in the darkness but in the light.
Hands grasp my bleeding neck and I feel finally,
I feel; Not pain nor pleasure but a gentle whisper
That flutters over my body.
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