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I look forward to the moment
When I no longer live at all
When all I was washes away
No matter how big or small

And I dream of the evening
When all of happiness dies
And I can no longer feel
The tremors of your cries

How I long for the good day
When all that shines goes black
And I can finally be truly free
Of this constant, raging attack

Yes I pine for my own demise
With every last passing moment
For I can no longer stand to live
Within your constant torment