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Kissed by death, His mark craved deep in my flesh.

Every time I blink I see him standing in front of me.

Every time I take a deep breath I feel him clenching my chest.

Every time I sleep I feel his cold skinless hands dig deep.

I keep waiting for my guardian angel to be revealed.

A blazing bright light making me feel shielded.

You know that light that gleams with the brightness of the sun.

It appears with the sensation of pace, love and fearlessness; making you resilient against the world.

You feel your soul come to an ease and ready to rest.

Yes that is the light I’m longing to see, but it appears to be hidden from me.

My eyes open once again, I wake with a shiver and a quiet voice whispering this is not the end.