The Cool Breeze Flows,
Gently across my face.
As I fade into oblivion,
With so much of my disgrace.
My mind is numb,
From some wretched sin.
The fire inside has gone out,
Burned up from within.
Awaiting the awakenings,
When my body comes to life.
Desperately craving the feeling,
Sometimes cuts me like a knife.
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