The End

It happens so often,
that i forget the coffin.

Forget the existence of the end,
when I’ll lay engraved beneath the land.

Forget that one day i’ll be all alone,
all that I’ve known, will be unknown

At some moments I realize;
that i really am living a life.

And tho, I start praying like a freak.
Ail, that inner saint only lasts a week!

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