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In the End

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Published: Oct 23, 2009

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_{Wind echo's with haunting silence
Air surrounds me in primitive warmth.
Yet cold seeps like a parasite into my pours,
Frozen to the bone, death shadows my soul.
Locked inside my sinning soul,
Pounding at hell's doors,
Alone.

Mirages cast, in eerie glow
Taunting memories free flow.
Tangled in terror of many mistakes
Past indiscretions fill up the holes
Left by patient heartbreak.
Slow rotting forms to eat flesh away,
Maggots run rampant inside damaged veins.

Leprosy's left naught but bright white bones,
An X-ray that talks, walks and non transparently shown.
Mind corroded with deeds most fowl,
Evades redemption, fearing unsound.
Preachers run with all due haste,
Scared the blackness of my soul may taint.
Forsaken by all and the help they bring.

Inhale the dust of earth's home,
Under the flower beds my corpse shall roam.
No marker, no grave to defile sacred ground.
Alone in death as in life I laid,
Reaper is quiet, his deeds done by me this day.
Tears no longer fall, sobs do not escape,
Finally at rest, in pieces forever decayed.}