Born cold and still
Wrapped in futile blankets
All hope cut to shreds
As my husk hangs bare
Aspiring to become
One with the earth
Thankless nutrients
In wait to be absorbed
Soon I will
Make myself plain and clear
No doubt in your mind
Of my intent as we exit this world
Vicious lies
Handed down
Tricked me into life
Trapped in a
Drawn out race
As time crawls in despair
Embrace
Death, the outstretched hand
Death, the true alternative
The first real breath you'll take
Death, the guardian of solace
Death, the waxed tranquility
The first real breath you'll take
And so you'll take
Descend to gleam
As twilight's corruption fades
Utopia apparent
Inertia incarnate
Plagues of character remain
Renewed through twisted glass
Offal extruded for vultures
In death I'm free at last
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