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Like bile through cracked

And blistered lips

I drool sad ramblings onto dust

The gaping sores

That crowd my back

They're full of filth and reek of loss

What little now

I'm left to be

Is trembling hands and withered wits

The hearth is lit, the fire warm

I chose the time, the time has come

And I so welcome in the end

With open veins like open arms



Nine rusty hooks

Long overgrown

By skin that could not keep them out

They pull me down

They bend me low

My eyes are mired in the grime

Though once I fought

I fight no more

My strength can barely lift a word

The hearth is lit, the fire warm

I chose the time, the time has come

And I so welcome in the end

With open veins like open arms

The hearth is lit, the fire warm

I chose the time, the time has come

And I so welcome in the end

With open veins like open arms



I have at times felt like all the horrors of my century

Were a punishment for the audacity to dream of kindness

And yet now as I am ending, I deliver myself to that dream

Thank you for having me

Thank you for letting me go