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Smell the sweet essence of death,
Cold, pale, the lips no longer red with life,
Blood running, its potency gone,
Going black, touch of cold steel.

Fate or destiny,
Deity or God,
Through all means,
We all come to a final fate.

Let the tears go for the fallen,
Blackest tears of night,
Let the emotions be felt,
The deceased will appreciate.

Anger, hate, love, joy,
It all drains out,
Into the puddle of tears,
The black pond of emotions.

Smell the life that once was,
Dull and done,
Its vital energy gone,
And all that is left is broken feelings.

Fallen unto the ground,
Returning to that which we've been made of,
Purest of things,
Blackened tears of life.

The taste of everything,
Becomes the numbing feeling of nothing,
Let the tears of black fall,
And release all the emotions held within.

Forget the past and live on.