I hear the whispers getting louder, What secrets they conceal. As with time passing quickly my spirit moans to my soul. My body watches as the man in the mirror is getting old. The daily task of realizing something doesn't belong anymore. And the old man in the mirror is only ashell who's spirit screams for release.And as the leaves fall from the tree whos death comes for winters storm. My season too is at it's end. May I pass quickly to feel release without the pain I so often felt in life.For long haveI suffered. Now to know the truth. What have I to fear? For Only my words live forever,as with my spirit, and soul. Who's destiny I leave in your hands.To now close my eyes and die.
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