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In the night where the moon hangs high I die.
My soul searches for a sense of peace.
I feel the darkness creeping in and my essence suffocating.
I’ve lived my life alone.
So why am I not inviting death more swiftly?
Is it the regret of not living fully?
Is it the fear of the empty nothingness?
Whatever may come I am not ready.
Why did things go so wrong?
Your life was blessed.
Still you fall with me.
The air is thinning and chaos is beginning.
The moon is fading and darkness surrounding.
I rip at the box I’m drowning.
I still feel you with me but empty.
Are you dying swiftly?
Now I feel so weary.
I did not mean to drag you with me.
Alone is now abandoned.
With you I am dying.
Buried deep with the moon crying.
The release is now coming.
Soon we will be everlasting.