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Sleep Of Death
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Darkness
The blessed sleep of Death
No more voices
Criticizing me.
No harsh light in my eyes
As I awaken.
No more pain.
Ripping my tender heart.
Only Death
and complete emptiness
and darkness.
The cool, damp smell of death.
Will be my only companion.
Rest from the noise of this world
Nor more longing for love and peace.
Only the sound of eternity
slowly eating up the present
and creating the past
of hurt.
No more pain.
