Death tempts me,
a beckoning finger
pulling, drawing me
to blissful oblivion
the darkness there
seeming a better peace
than the hell here
yet I know
the other side
of the serene veil
holds horrors
far worse than
what abides within
I defy that
morose temptation
knowing that
there is one here
who I hold in my arms
she is my sunlight
my bundle of joy
for her
I would wade through
this darkness
for her
I will make it.
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