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Grim
You reap my soul and make me whole
You cut my string to bring me home
My dear angel of death in which I adore
You adorn me in Lilles and rose
And let me decompose
You take your scythe and stop my breath
You hold my hand and bring my death
I hold you close and touch your hand
You grab my soul to take my pain
My Mortality turns blank
While my hands begin to shake
The crow swarm me as my eyes turn to glass
And my body turns stiff like a lifeless cast
My skin was as pale as a porcelain doll
While my aching heart began to bawl
I lay in your embrace as your shadows consume me
With a heavy heart and a sorrowful soul
You stretch your wing out like a vulture ready to feast
You take my spirit and clothe me in my waiting demise
We became one in the same
a comforting beast