do what you will with me

caress's cold 



till I turn purple from oxygen deprivation 

my house is in order

I welcome the acrid bitterness of bleak nevermore 

it will be a passage into silence 

then sleep

I sing of dead angels who have reached the end of understanding

"We can push you along no more"

"Please push me just a bit further

as I am just seeing a god's face......."

"These fools of heavens lies 

they call for mercy but gave none

while they sojourned for life."


 Good bye my favorite words,

I am looking at you before the light blinds me.




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