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Falling Sheets

These tears, they do shame me
For what man is a real man with falling sheets?
The self loathing and deathly thoughts
Of warm blood running in cold creeks

I can see the end
A void shrouded in sorrow
Remorse runs thickly
In these veins

The reaper stands there
Grimly in pre-dawn horizon
May I see the day
Once more? May?

This winter chills my
Bones in brittle leather skin
Two coins for the man
To take me
Away

These tears, they do shame me
For what man is a real man with falling sheets?
The self loathing and deathly thoughts
Of warm blood running in cold creeks

Who's face will I then face?
For what God is a real God before falling sheets?
Who will read my words, hear my cries
To find the truth in all the lies?
Written by HadesRising
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