(7) Final Resting Place
Laying in my satin lined box there is nothing but darknessBuried within the earths soil all warmth has left me
My soul haunts the hallowed ground that is my final resting place
Time will soon make my empty body unrecognizable
The memory of me will fade with each passing day
Silence is all that is left as my eternal loneliness awaits
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Number seven of seven. We are only here for a short while and then forgotten. Make the best of it.
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