The Book of the Dead.

Feeling you reap me like a death I am owed because I can't stay awake to this world.
Should I choose to become blind?
How do I close up my mind?
Or stop the aching I find?
Putting on a play and watching it as an audience member.
Everything is just a TV screen.
There's no having you without the pain, there's no dreams without the sleep.

I can't say no to an infinity.
Just repeating my sickness,
a candle with no wick left,
I swallowed the only key.
Destroying my inner mirror, no good words are written here.
It is all over my skin; the fear that I mean nothing.
Everything I was is already dead,
I feel like I am watching the world come to an end.

Death went to a ball to dance,
it was a neverending party of regret,
I never left his eyes,
we were dancing all night.
He is the lock to the key I swallowed.
All my dreams of beautiful things are just the nightmares of tomorrow.
Life is wearing a mask of pain,
she is breaking into a million pieces again,
just wishing that I wouldn't fall asleep is all she ever pleated.

So sad that you can't feel the sadness anymore, so broken that you can't feel the break.
Just say that you are not an escape, only an ending, but all I hear you say is come to me.

You know what I want,
You know what I need,
Does this Death ever get lonely?
Why watch this clock wind down?
You are the painter, I will be the canvas.
You are the writer, I will be the words,
You are the rain, I will be the bow.
The greatest gift of the world is an ending to the sorrow of this earth.

Got an itch deep down in my soul,
Want to lose all physical control,
now I am the one inviting this pain.
Heart dancing to your rhythm as I step out of time and existence, and into an apocalypse.
I know you wish you could stop this,
But a sacrifice can't save another sacrifice.
A darkness can't light another darkness.
I can't say no to an infinity.
Just repeating my sickness,
a candle with no wick left.
I sewed what I sowed and
you will reap what you are owed.

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For my Rewrite of The last of us Season 2.
𝗖𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝗛𝗲𝗿𝗲

"The Book of The Dead"
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"Death To Death"
Dark my days,
Dark my nights,
Dark my soul has lost its light.

Dark my dreams,
Dark this being,
Dark its heart now lost its sheen.

Into the nothing,
Into the void,
Into the space,
Now what are you looking for?

Death to thoughts,
and death to dreams,
Death to hope for better things.

Death to me, my and I,
Death to self and things of mine,
Death to pain, anger and hate,
Death to death now there is no escape.
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