I want to taste the kiss of death.
I long for its embrace.
I don't know how much more
I can survive in this hell on Earth.
How can life be beautiful
If it makes me feel ugly?
How can I find life's pleasures
When all I receive is pain?
I am a slave to this pain.
Seduced by death.
How long will it take
Before I succumb
To death's temptations?
I am a knight
Cloaked in faith.
How long will it take
Before I lay down
Sword and shield?
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Nena Ranks
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