"The Dying Role"
Sing me to sleep
Put me to bed
Chase me outside and leave me for dead
Pull out my eyes
and rip out my soul
I need to go under just to feel whole
There's just nothing left
But solitary life
I am ever inside of turmoil and strife
In the depth of his eyes
was captured my soul
I have to be ended so I'll be whole
Bring me the ground
And bury me now
The end is a refuge, silence somehow
As I close my eyes
and release me soul
remind him that dying was my only role
7/26/10
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