Death feed off the weak, feeds of fear, fear makes it grow.
thus Death gets no pleasure from me,
I welcome it's chilling grasp. Catch me, take me
I welcome you as a soldier is welcomed
by there beloved. Brinf the chill and end the pain.
come to me, my friend.

The end of myself. It ends. I feel
it come in me. I feel the warmth. of the
liquid. I feel its embrace, cold, strong.
I see my swing, my pool...my life.
i see my self half my size i am now.
but why dont i see you?
for you were never there, nevr here, never
In my heart. I have no remorse for what ive done.
So i drift into my final sleep, nor warm, not cold, not in pain
but peaceful. Goodbye family, friends, you. Live on, i have chosen my path,
goodbye...be at peace.

 
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