Weightless Hand

Fallen off the shallow end again
feeling the beauty of death on my skin
As the weightless hand rests upon my shoulder
I feel the end draw closer
Do I run, or turn around to face death?
Like a dream within a dream
my mind meditates but does not think
about my soul being taken away from me
As a tear sheds down my pale cheek
he whispers, your soul is mine to keep
So I closed my eyes and made the leap
Feeling the beauty of death on my skin
because I jumped into the shallow end.

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