Withering

My voice is cracking
slowly i close my eyes
I move in quivering motions
its time that i die
I'll flake away in the wind
So let me die in your arms
I remember the day i met you
Was this to become my fate
My heart is burning slowly
This unbearable pain opens the eighth and finale gate
I am going into shock and i still smile at the crevasse of your chest
The times have come and gone but i will do this for you
Sacrifice my life to allow you a greater beauty
Just hold me as i succumb
There is no greater sorrow words it best
There is no greater gain
I give the mass of beauty i behold
Withering
This is my equivalent exchange

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