Dead; Through And Through
On a day so dark and cold,when my soul was finally sold,
The devil and I made a pact,
and it was the fear that I lacked.
I never stopped to wonder why,
I was never allowed to die.
On a cold day in December,
I started to remember.
Love which I has lost,
had been the cost.
Never again could I care.
Couldn't die; not on a dare.
And one day I came to learn,
In my on grave concern,
Death wasn't something to do,
For I was dead; through and through.
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