Weeping, freezing, sleeping, oh mournful soul
Torn on the edge of the end
Misery a rightful toll
Come to me and look upon the sky
So frozen in winter’s night
Plunge not in that solemn abyss
Waiting to claim you with a hiss
Laughing, Crying, prancing, oh joyous soul
Dancing on the light before the end
Call to me a single whisper of infinity
Beethoven cannot compare
To the melody
from your swollen lips
Run away from his frozen lisp
His only price, a pomegranate’s kiss
Call me, kill me, kiss me, so
The world will not judge me low
For the night is here
And all our days are drear
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“Death” -XuSong Ho
