Twilight comes and I hear weeping
Shadows 'pon the stairs are creeping
Cold crystals form upon the pane
Nothing will be the same again
The air is thick, a putrid scent
Sensations sinking, slow decay
No salvation, life is spent
Sands of time just slip away
Cracks in flesh to swallow whole
Remnants of a sodden soul
Pain is real, dreams are a lie
All we are, is meant to die
Death sits on the windowsill
This night is old and strangely ill
A cry, a sigh and then a chill
I never was, it never will
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