As the veil of Nyx falls over me,
I feel myself soar free
Grateful to that efficacious poison,
I sink into blessed oblivion
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They tug at his feet and bind his arms
They lie low, plotting and planning, a whole swarm
Dragging a weary body and a mind over which he has no command,
He is grateful to finally feel closing over him, quicksand
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Lost in the mountains high
I whisper to myself
This is the way to die
Lost in the desert dry
I tell myself
I shall not try
Lost on the seas high
I console myself
The end is nigh