Alive in old age, hospital bed sweats, soaking, drenched, Both hands around your throat, clenched, Why fight back as Time harms your last breath? Lying in the comforting arms of your Death,
Alive in old age, hospital bed sweats, soaking, drenched,

Both hands around your throat, clenched,

Why fight back as Time harms your last breath?

Lying in the comforting arms of your Death, death stories
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Dying of old age.

Alive in old age, hospital bed sweats, soaking, drenched, Both hands around your throat, clenched, Why fight back as Time harms your last breath? Lying in the comforting arms of your Death,

Dying yet done hurting, one of the charms of sure Death, So why are you still clinging to your mortal breath, It wont last you much longer, give in to immoral desire, Times hands have stopped clenching, so admire,

That freedom of Death and drift off into nothingness, Escape that dreadful eternity of abusive lovingness.

A gentleman is Death, so kindly inviting, My declining heart so wildly dividing, While i love living, Death is so mildly residing, So patient and providing, intriguing and binding,

Mindful of my needs as my time is winding, Any reason to live, beyond finding, Be still me beating heart, to Death im confiding.

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