Your unbreathing sleep.
Is mine to keep.
Nothing lives 'cept my harm.
Now you're worn with years.
Years and sorrows.
Like saint with arrows.
I watch it die with a humble sigh.
Calm these tide of sorrow.
He leads me away and I follow.
Wakes and sighs again.
Sees the ghost again.
And pleads for help, I simply cannot give.
Steps away.
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