sinking,
sinking,
sinking,
may death be the maiden I kiss tonight
in some strange bed
may some strange light
find me on morrows dawn
far from here
may they say he is gone
oh, to be beyond the pain
and the slow death of me
I close my eyes and dream of nothingness
I know that in the morning
I will wake once again
to walk on the sharp edges
of all my broken dreams
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