Death

Everything that has been bad
Would be good if I were dead:
Laughter about time and change,
Thoughts elusive and deranged.

What once was to come to be
Is long dead and gone, set free:
Echoes of a frozen past,
Gone to waste for good at last.

Listen to the silence creep
Into our minds to weep:
Backlash of those lost in time,
Witnesses deny the crime.

Make it all but into one,
Save me from the black heart sun:
Everything despair and dread,
Would be good if I were dead.

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