I'm dieing, But what is this word death? I'm crying, But how many tears are left? My lungs fill with blood. I fight just to take a breath.
Death, no more than a passing. A shimmer of light reflected from one dimension to the next. Where the pain of this flesh is surrendered. Now plexed, confused by the battle lines.A spirit now free. Will some pain mender find, No pain to heal? Will the blind truely see?
Gone away, leaving this body behind. Body stays, But what of that in my mind? Will it all just vanish? Will there be nothing left to find?
Whole heart, given without pretence. Never part, to whom my soul cleansed without relevence.For what relevence has the night to the day? Or darkness to that of light?
Gaize upon the moon. Dark without a light of it's own.Yet it lights the night. For from it the Sun's light is shone. And darkness is lifted.The moon never alone.
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