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The Deadly Touch
I walk among the wild flowers
And they wilt upon my deadly core
My feet grow heavy as I near the hour
I continue my path towards the shore
I reach the crystal lake
I bend down and take a peek
My eyes see myself, cold and fake
And it turns into the person I seek
My arm extends and I touch the water
It turns to cold red blood as it ripples
My bewildered eyes grow weary and I start to falter
A corpse hand extends from the glass and cripples
Cripples my haunted soul
In I fly, into the pond
I sink down towards the depths as dark as coal
I begin to feel as if I’m heading towards the great beyond
A mortal hand breaks the darkness
Towards its light I swim and dab
Soon it feels unreal, the sense of weariness
But, that life saving hand I cannot grab
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