O, sweet poison, how I long to drink from thee!
Mortality’s ultimate release, with just a sip
From thine shallow pool resting upon a chalice
My hands trembling, throat drying, mouth watering
How I thirst, how I long for your first and final taste!
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I grow weary
Weaken
Almost succumb
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How I curse this fate, time and my own frailty!
Why do you deny me this glorious venom?
Why can I hold this chalice and even bring it up
Thine lips to thy own yet, choke and stagger,
The moment I almost taste the kiss of oblivion.
I only stare blankly upon the inviting pool,
The reflection of mortality at the brink of extinction
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Looks into my eyes
Pierces my soul
Taunting
Torturing
Humiliating me
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O how thine ears yearn to hear thine dirge!
For as every note and melody, echo and fade
With every morbid, disdainful, and anguished memory
So does every last trace,
every last fragment of this cursed existence
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yet, my eulogy unspoken
Coffin unmade
Tombstone uncarved
Ashes, still left living within this torturous flesh
Damn you, Dew of melancholy! Eternal stupor!
How long will you remain beyond my grasp?
For my frailty drives this thirst
Yet frailty condemns me to indecision.
-graydarksoul-
