The essence of death surrounds him in many ways,
He tries hard to survive it but in the shadows it stays,
He cries and cries unholy tears as he prays,
But nothing can help him as his time fades,
In the silence his mind sits as his heart dies,
And in the dark empty room his warm body lies,
As the angels look upon him his soul cries,
And away from him his angry soul flies,
On the glass table lays a warm spoon and a candle burns,
The leather strap pulled tight as his last blood churns,
A needle sits on the floor a lesson learned to late,
The mortal sins take control and swiftly seal your fate
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