Any Last Words?

Entangled in the vines

I hear the whisper of sirens,

Call you me from the dead

Strike the feathers from my eyes

Unveil your being, naked soul

 

I learn from you, step through

The valleys, the dream of being

Floating beneath the shrouded sky

I hold you up – an example of my fears

And I need you tonight, I need you

 

To die

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