Death

Let seclusion be my savior

And loss be the liberator

Then these clutches of fate are indescribable

Because all I hold is the spirit of a voyager

This passage is slender

My strength controls a strange vigor

The wheel of curiosity drives genuinely

As this road leads nowhere

I often get lost through courses

Fumbling through a string of strangers

Recognition causes wounds of reality to bleed

After all, the sting of pain is such a pleasure

The other day, finality made me rise from slumber

And bitterness of demise transformed itself into the seducer

As death put her kiss on me

I found it to be sweet and tender

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