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DEATH CALLS TO ME
DEATH CALLS TO ME
I hear the call often and run to answer it, always running towards my dark vistor that seems to elude me so often
As i grow near to it just about to touch deaths icy grasp
The hand of something grabs me away from that which i do not fear
Anger grows within me
Death eluded me once again
I yearn for deaths peaceful slumber
I fear it not
for in death i see a friend
A dark figure that has been with me for many years
A friend that as whispered to me many times of the peace i can have once with in it's embrace
I look for my friend death at every turn
I wait for my familuar friend often
I sit and watch as others dance away with my friend into the dark peaceful abyss that eludes me
no matter how long and hard i try to leave with it.
Still death calls to me
I call to death
Death reaches out the icy hand of peace each day towards me.
My peaceful dark friend
elude me no more
I will wait
Death will call for me another day if not today the next.
Death calls to me
I always answer
