THE DYING ONES
Do you know that we are the dying
ones?
We die today and we die tomorrow.
We die in the moment of pure joy
and we die on a wasted word.
Waiting to be reborn, on the
withered lips of the old.
We die in our sleep and we die on
our feet.
We perform strange rituals and
celebrate all that is death.
Join us under the black shroud -
naked, hungry and wanting more.
Dying to be happy, dying to be
young.
Bring us death in the night, as the
moon caresses our souls.
Waiting to be reborn, on mornings
pure light...
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