In the quiet my heartbeats are resounding.
The anguish of loneliness invades my solitude.
As the night grows the shades of color are darker.
The tormenting typhoon is howling and wailing.
My soul is twisted beneath the wreckage.
What I would give to escape from all of my tears.
As I stand quietly close to death.
I will not be betrayed in my final hours.
The reaper comes and plays his music for the dying.

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