Last Thoughts

Elementary confusion
Erode the deadman's soul
-his truer mind
Too secret to tell
the value of tragedy

and so he ponders

Come to me woman
for I am dying
bless me with song
-your angelic mourn
As I am drug into the flaming tomb
the last sight to see before myself

Come to me
Not of me

:for one is dying
the other dead
Like servant is to creation

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Thoughts That Echo Through My Mind
Dreams
A New Day
Your Innocent Past Is Gone AT Last
Your Misery
Youth