Doom and Gloom
To Whom It May Concern - Poem by Doom and Gloom
Ode to you my dearest friend, who stood with me when times were black
I never wanted to offend, but now I've gone and can't come back.
Praise to you my confidant, I needed you to understand.
Into the grave I now descend, my life erased by my own hand.
Forgive me now, my final sin. You always turned the other cheek
The love within me has grown dim, the loss of pain in death I seek.
Mourn me not, my only love, the only creature I adore
If angels sing on clouds above, I will sing of you for ever more.
Farwell to life, this mortal coil. This lonely place I leave behind
Welcome death, within the soil and the happiness I hope to find.
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