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Kissed by death,
his mark carved deep into my flesh.

Every time I blink,
I see him standing before me.

Every time I take a breath,
I feel him tightening his grip upon my chest.

Every time I sleep,
I feel his cold, skinless hands reaching deep.

I keep waiting
for my guardian angel to appear.

A blazing light,
shielding me from my fears.

The kind of light that gleams
with the brilliance of the sun.

A light that brings peace,
love, and fearlessness,

making you resilient against the world.

You feel your soul grow calm,
finally ready to rest.

Yes, that is the light I long to see,

yet it appears hidden from me.

My eyes open once again.

I wake with a shiver,

and a quiet voice whispers:

"This is not the end."