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Close my eyes, a moment's darkness

An echo of eternity to come

I saw my living eyes stare back at me

Some day it will be an empty skull

Inevitable,

Coming,

Days or longer

The looming darkness yawns to swallow me

And nothing will be left, but bones

A gravestone among gravestones and in death alone

Welcome - I receive dark thoughts

My mind open as an empty grave

This void must be filled or else I fall

Insane, a mind's death, insane

Observe an epitaph, ponder

The marble obelisk and its even breath

The cold breath of finality of death

The headstone charged with a passed life's burden

The rest is mist and is soon forgotten

A fallen life granted an overgrown grave

If I restrain myself, a hundred autumns

Will topple it to the earth someday...

Empty - I trespass on misery of others

Its seems forever with much more to loose

"He's dead inside and his kind eyes"

She said, "change in an instant and I see his doom..."

I claim supremacy over the wretched humans

Destined to mark no more than churchyard ground

My mark will be upon the souls of others

Within their memory - my endless days

Hateful, a calculating cynic

The Reaper's scroll contains all names and dates

His work is tireless and death is final

No angel of rebirth is fabled - weep...

No angel of rebirth is fabled - weep...

No angel of rebirth is fabled - weep...

All of these things, I have seen and written down

Where we are going there are no eyes to weep

Remember this all those who draw breath

The coldness and finality of death.