In My Last Mourning
Thy Light
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The clock's hands fold
I feel pulsing in my chest all the agony of one more day
In this world of darkness
Through my nostrils, runs the smell of my own death
Printed on the grey Sunday sky
I kill myself, take my life
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In my last mourning I realize
I've always been the nothing I feared becoming
