I feel the bell ticking onward, i feel the driest of days coming around. I feel your breath on my shoulders. This cold day of rain was brought about by my pain. To touch the thing that I fear most, to feel the draft of your ghost. This is the day when I will die, the day I feel no need to lie.Good-bye to all of you who say theres nithing left. The darkest of nights will soon knock on your door and you will be doomed to die, then I will see you soon.





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