Call me the old new thing; call me the ever living.
Sing me my dying tune- my unrythmic melody, my durge- my lullaby. Scream my name at the top of your lungs-
Breathe to me your final wish- bless your hearts for even hearing the mundane beating of this insignificant being's heart.
A voice not truely there- near and far.
Star alone in the night sky- Setting dying sun on the horizon.
A dove in a unforgiving cage- never to be freed.
Isolated and forgotten- breaking down into pieces
Swollen tearful eyes- only sinking into abyss.
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