In the shadows of the night, I find solace in death's gentle call,
Drifting away from life's burdens, like a leaf in the autumn fall.
Graceful is the touch of the Reaper, a peaceful embrace so deep,
Surrendering to the wind's whispers, in its cradle, I find my sleep.
Drifting away from life's burdens, like a leaf in the autumn fall.
Graceful is the touch of the Reaper, a peaceful embrace so deep,
Surrendering to the wind's whispers, in its cradle, I find my sleep.
I'm lured by the tranquil waters, where worries cease to exist,
A siren's song of liberation, a tempting, gentle mist.
The current pulls me further, towards the endless night,
Is it wrong to find comfort in the darkness, in death's gentle light?
Embraced by the stillness, like a lover's tender hold,
Life's struggles seem distant, as the wind whispers bold.
Why does death seem more inviting, when life demands a fight?
In the arms of the unknown, I find a solace so right.
The path of the eternal sleep, a journey so serene,
The wind carries me gently, away from what has been.
I surrender to the pull, to the whispers of the night,
In death's graceful dance, I find a soothing light.
So let me drift away, in the arms of the unknown,
Where pain and sorrow vanish, and seeds of peace are sown.
I follow death's graceful lead, in its tender embrace,
For in its gentle whispers, I find a sacred place.
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