I wish to die in this eternal sleep,
Refuse to think once more about tommorow.
It's not the melancholy that I'm reluctant to plunge into,
It's not the words that cut me deep into my flesh.
It's the ache of emptiness inside me
As blood stops flowing through my veins.
My sombre heart will feebly beat
As it withers like yesterday's rose.
Dead but alive under tears that showered upon me,
Waiting for the last breath of this merciless suffering
Before it all fades into nothing...
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