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The Undertaker's Reverie
Caress my soul and you shall see
A darkness that runs rampant with glee
It never sleeps, though I call it to bed
The sullen darkness within my head
Life's a canvas that I'm painting blind
Each brush stroke from a saddened mind
My tears are my portion, paradoxically sublime
Ears ever listening for death's beckoning chime
A darkness that runs rampant with glee
It never sleeps, though I call it to bed
The sullen darkness within my head
Life's a canvas that I'm painting blind
Each brush stroke from a saddened mind
My tears are my portion, paradoxically sublime
Ears ever listening for death's beckoning chime
Published 7th Jun 2023
| Edited 13th Jun 2023
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