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You lay there so dead and cold as ice. i turn and look at everyone mourning your death. i look at your face and lean in to whisper something in your ear. i stand, turn laughing. as i walk away a black rose appears in your cold dead hand. may those words forever ring in your ear...

"I am your doom,
I am your death,
I am your best friend."