Liquid Death

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i drown in despair

behind the dark hair

the curls that hide my death



i hunger for death

i take not a breath

of hope and all its companions



life choked my vigor

the shadow that much bigger

it looms over my poor, twisted soul



my soul, it is doomed

it lay there, ungroomed

watching the falling inevitability



the uselessness of struggle

futile grasps at the level

these attempts at living weren't but survival



survival is but a game

inwhich death has our name

yet he plays, he schemes, he meddles



so give no show

to the ones who know

how it's all, certainly, going to end



so i say unto you

do not avoid the true

menaing of life, for it ends, my friend...

Author's Notes/Comments: 

i'm feeling morbid... moroseness of life, futility of living...

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