There's only silence.
For the time I live
was the time you lived
And since you don't live
my time has been more lonely
You went to places
that I've never been
Your life itself
I've never seen
For the time I tried
you vanished
For the time you tried
I hid. I ran.
My turn, and you die.
Is that the best place to hide?
Is that the best place to run to?
As I've always said
Nothing is for ever
Only death.
And death is what brings the end
to any 'forever'.
Should your death die
to bring death to my pain
or should my death itself come?
Come, Mr. Reaper, come.
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