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Til the very end
unable to be imperfect
This is my lonely death 
Pirate bones on a treasure chest
 
Hands pressed over ears
and heart beats swelling.
Drowning out the fears
My heart beats swelling
 
Its moments like these
the curtains release.
I feel a kingdom 
within me.
 
Return 
to the inner deep.
Secluded 
so Im really free
 
Are they big fish dreams?
Or merely delusions?
Down here, it’s too murky to see
any resolutions
 
even in places
of peace,
I remain at war, oh
something weightless
sleeps
at the door, oh
Tomorrow
Tomorrow