She asked me why,
I am not the kind of guy,
I used to be.
And I replied,
Because I died.
My decomposing corpse,
As my soul warps,
Through eternal time.
What I’d give,
To see you just one more time.
Your face,
In the dark of the night,
Smiling bright,
Brighter than all the stars in the sky.
My heart crushed,
Gave way to death,
Slow and painful,
The reaper found his soul.
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