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A view from the rope

Leads me to his (deaths') empire

Life reduced to funeral soil

The view from up here is so peaceful

Knowing it will all end so soon

Final breaths chase the wind

To my sunset and my death

My name is heard

In the wounds of the weeping

Morose...

The impending weight of agony

Crushing down-trodden melancholy

The tide of depressive illness

Washes me in its blue tenure

Sleepless

Dweller in sadness

Breath by breath

Dead?

Tenebrous winds blow aimless here

Sleeping with corpses

Aside from what god wants

As ocean waves,i wave goodbye

As autumn leaves i fall

Upon the distance

But not so far as it may seem

Sunken...

Beaten back to one

Flogged,fucked and forgotten

By a cruel hammer

That swings like a noose