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What is Death?
I gaze into the abyss,
As white clouds swirl around,
And my sight begins to fade.
I fall swiftly to the ground
And you rush to my side
And although I feel that your there for me
I know I’m dying,
I get a glimpse of your tears, then,
Your silhouette fades from view
And your voice drifts from me
In sweetly tones
That I know I’ll never hear again
And I can hear the sounds of death,
I enter the heavenly melancholy
Where everyone is no one
And I, too, get lost in
Smoke, whispers, shadows, and lies
But when you’re forgotten,
And cease to exist
You know then you are finally There,
The coldness of death
Wraps around your body
And you sink into the void of darkness
Knowing you’ll never return
To live once more,
Hell’s flames burn before you,
And you step into the fire unwillingly
And face Him with nothing left
But a body, essence and some dreams,
Torment, torture and pain are
The only gifts you’ll get
From Diablo, keeper of Hell’s gates
You cry you soul away
Along with your dreams
And what is left of your broken heart
Clouds of doubt, agony, and hate
Fill your mind with lies and dishonesty
And soon, you become what you’ve feared
You’ve become nothing but a memory
In search of an answer
To a question you don’t know
Fighting a battle,
That you’ve already lost
Hellish images crowd your thoughts of nothing
And block your mind from insignificant belief
That you have a chance to return
When all your hope is lost,
And you pray for forgiveness
Death weighs down on your shoulders
As you wander the nothingness
That you have entered
A beam of light blinds your beaten eyes
And slowly fills your soul
With an ambition to run to it
Without thinking
Your feet run to it, the light,
That you reach it with disappointment
But that is of no surprise to you
For the light was nothing more
Than poison in your soul
That you had taken in years ago
Then, the chains that hold you
The shackles that you created
By your hate of your past
Begin to turn and twist
Pulling you back to your station
Of employment for the Devil
For you are now His puppet
You begin to cry out in pain
Wishing that someone of good
Will hear your prayers
And answer them,
But you know, deep down
In your broken, twisted, sinister heart...
That your wish is nothing more
Than an empty promise...