why death?

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 I’ve waited long, 

much more than you could say,

For death to come and kiss me away.

To strangle me tight,

And carry me far from the light.


I’ve waited long ,

 much more than you could say,

But death omits me, day by day.

His cold embrace, his chilling breath,

Brings hope even in the face of death.

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