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In a wild storm washing up only shells
Death appeared to me overcast.

Black robe, stilted spectre
When I looked it in the eyes,

I saw nothing at all
And it confused me.

Reminded of the time when crawling
In the eons of unknown structures,

I screamed from the bottom of the hole
Where I fell covered in sand,
Don't leave me down here alone!
Won't you care I will be gone?

Without food nor shelter
The sand filled my mouth,
And through my nostrils
I struggled to breath.

And it only hurts

Because life is too real.

Tired of searching for her love,

Inside dreams where I will sleep forever

Maybe I will find the right one.

This heart on sleeve was always shown

But now I don't want to be known,

For in this world I am gone.