It's like it's being relived
under deathly sights
of non-company
and tragic loss...
...what am I talking about?
My mind's running away with me
into a sunset
dead by night
followed by dawn
and down by dusk
forgotten by the next
second? Hour?
Week? Month? I
don't know...
...you've followed me from death
up to resurrection
and to the heavens
I do not believe in -
they're all lies
like you and because they are
they deserve life not,
like the sun that's set
like the devil that's dead.
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