L I M B O
Wanting to exhale
Searching to hear even a whisper of a breath
Waiting to be awakened
Feeling as if life exists within a hallowed void
Being Covered by a pale shade of nothingness
The numbing is less than peaceful
Then the disappearance becomes spatial
Suddenly knowing that the time missing -
- Is the time that death sang a lullaby to your soul
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