Breathing life in death

Blissful state of dreaming.

Sleeping wake

under northern star.

Pale, cold flesh.

Tiny shivers.

 

When death whispers your name;

this sacred rite,

will hold the answer.

Tear apart the chambers,

cut out

blood from bones.

Bathe in sunlight.

Wish upon a star.

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