Alot Like Death.
Death is a beginning to an end
Gentle like a lovers hand
a painful little reprimand.
Bleed for me my daring
so that I can see you sorrow
bleed for me my dear, shed another tear
one more year till the death of tomorrow..
One more year but more will follow
but kill me now in the wake of it all
burn me, cut me, drown me well
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