Still it came passing by
The pieces weaved together rose the sun
And fooled me with another day
The knocking message called for my life
Sealed the spell of my scrawny body Soil to skin, my next of kin
And greeted me with a hiss
Damp air grasped, stole the words This is forgiveness, so I know
I slither for you, and I'm dying Once I repent I seal the lid
I find trust in hate
They wear white for me
Seemingly jaded and lost
I forge myself into your dreams
And here I am your life I will come for you
Hangman clutching at his tools
The noose is tied
Plunging into anywhere but here Murmur through the crowd Cloak captured sighs of relief
As the primal touch brought me back
Beckoning right behind meAnd the last thing I did see is still here.
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