Posted by Piercollo on April 19, 19100 at 13:25:24:
Its a strange thing
A strange feeling
To taste
Your own mortality
Face to face
With all the weakness
Behind
The illusion of strength
I feel the drum
That keeps my time
How timid its song
How fleet its verse
I see how frail
This mortal coil
Try not to dispair
Try...
To dwell on the macabre
Or deny the truth
Is to live in the grave
Or a hollow cloud
Somehow we'll find
A way to swallow this fear
We're built to survive--
But not to last.
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