I the writer am determined to die young
cascaded by darkness i've never seen the sun
and in my own world my thoughts resound
to see these visions of a world with no sound.
I grieve for you and picture your plight-
in darkness and sleep and wander this night.
Though i awaken something always feels wrong-
death is but an instance in this my long song-
I pray they remember me fondly after i'm gone.
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