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Sanctuary in Death

I remain in my dark sanctuary.
In gentle, comfort serenity.
Winds screaming a familiar nightmarish lullaby.
Shadows cradling me as I say my final goodnight.
All words are lost, deafened to my ears.
All sights blacked to my unopened eyes.
Dead, cold, motionless eyes.
False words bubble to my lips, but remain quiet.
Lips; white and withered with ruminates of ever-lasting
Death of forever, eternal night.
As I remain in my dark sanctuary
In gentle, comfort serenity,
And cry my final goodnight.




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