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I am dying, aging away

wrinkled skin dangles off of my crumbling skeleton

Elderly and crippled

senile old man, confined to a body

Decrepit and frail, exhausted and weak

I long to sleep with the stagnating deceased

for I have lost my will, the desirable will to live

Follow the light, voices tell me "go to the light"

Be not afraid, feel the warmth, the warm inviting light

Slow inevitable decrepus

Pull from the hearse, pall bearers escort my remains

Flowering my grave, finally I am home