I sit upon my window seat waiting for the pain,
I wait for the blood,
I wait for this and that
I am numb
I am me nothing but dust
Dry red crimson dust that will never go away
As I sit I feel enclosed,
in that so called coffin of life,
where nothing is as nothing is
My portal to the underworld
where Hades will welcome me
with open arms
A walking talking skeleton with no more teaes to shed
My black portal awakens me to the darkness of life
There is nothing there,
there is nothing said
there is nothing nothing at all.
All I can see is blackness
All I can see is fear
I am nothing,
Nothing at all
in my dark cold dusty coffin
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