I'm in a dark place, sad space
my lover has left me, I miss his face
I miss his touch, as soft as lace.
I miss his lips, I miss his taste.
Far away my heart has gone,
closer, closer death has come,
on my death bed lying down
looking at the ceiling, lost my crown
lost my dignity, I make no sounds
this is it, the time has come,
to end this,
To end it all.
Death has called.
@Ebonie
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