Death Come Cover Me

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Satariel

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Withered roses crisp underneath my feat
As I head my steps for the outside
The soles of my feet meet grey concrete
But I feel not the grinning cold

Life stays so silent
A deserted battlefield
The hait is all covered in dust
As the wind gently caresses and lifts it

I am trying to die think
I am trying to fill the void
With death's every poison
And death's every spite
So come, oh come, oh please come then

In the cold breeze levitates a gross of seeds
My dry eyes move slow and scattering
And meets in some distant form of slumber
The landscape and it's vast void