Death

He walks at my side

He follows in my wake

On a road paved in blood

He stops for those I left behind

But he never came for me

For centuries I have walked

With no end in sight

To be cursed with immortality

For one who wishes to die

No punishment could be more fitting

Tomorrow used to be a day away

But now it will never come my way

Frozen here like an image made in ice

Never to grow old, never to die

 

 

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