the bell tolls and i see her
creeping near, the fear in me
but i do not see ,
my enemy
i see roses and gardens ,
and a lovely sea
of clouds and grass
and wind and fragrance,
i do not yearn to part unto it,
reality,it keeps calling me ,
death, shall grant me freedom at last.
i wait forever, for the grim reaper
i count my time,for the final fall
moments relived, moments past
the axe it falls, and i thank
my lover my reaper.
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