Death

The alluring peace attained at the last,
The beautiful sleep starts at the end.
Thing you've been running of so long,
Comes and takes you in it's arms,
In it's mystical embrace
where all there is
is darkness, mist.
A long, long and pleasant sleep.

hypophreniac
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