Sometimes I think
I died so long ago
That what I now know
Is nothing but dreams -
Remembrances,
Reminders of deep woe,
Authored by black dogs
Barking vicious schemes.
So why should I fear
Bodily decay
When it's my mind
That's mucked up by disease?
And sweet oblivion
Could end my day
With flights beyond
The bounds of life's meek breeze.
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