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Rated: E · Poetry · Melodrama · #1001477
"In my darkest moment, fetal and weeping... The moon tells me a secret; my confidants.
Come to me...
My soul awaits,
Cool touch,
Steal it away...

End my misery,
Be one with me,
Take me to hell where I belong,
Where I long to be...

The eternal torments of a heart bled,
My hearts been Grasped tight,
My heart was open wide for all to see,
Turned to stone by the medusas gaze...

It still bleeds... There can be no repeat...
If this world is ended,
Would my pain be drowned?
Could it be washed away...

In the depths of hell...
The cold, darkness of death is near...
I've summoned it; my final end.
Come to me O reaper of souls...

Take me away... Take me away...
I pray for embrace,
The cold, loving embrace of Death,
Take me away...
Take me with subtlty and care...
Come to me soon...
Take me slowly...
Draw me away from my torment...
Save me from my suffering...
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