A piece of myself with a slice of you.
Yet still so alone under this tomb.
Take me down into your gloom.
Light was not meant for death.
The ash dusted across my mouth.
Bitter at first.
Empty my soul into this fire.
The embers burn.
Taking away all flesh from bone.
Hair from skull.
Untake my soul and set it free.
Light was not meant for death.
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