Uploaded April 2014 | Updated September 2026, 1 week ago

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I thought there was, a place for me,
It was for my grave to be built, now I know.
Its getting colder, my numbing veins
Cough up the last of blood, that there was
In me.

Hold me, for it is getting colder.
Hold me, for the times I have lost myself.
Hold me, for I cannot see you anymore
Hold me, for my breath is about to leave...

I can see the stagnation of red
Surrounding me, I ponder, shrouded in
Myself, Now you need not buy me a funeral shroud.
A dying wish, if you can, fulfill it for my time is near.

Hold me, for it is getting colder.
Hold me, for the times I have lost myself.
Hold me, for I cannot see you anymore
Hold me, for my breath is about to leave...