Beyond the eyes and beyond the arms
There is a space beyond the grasp
There is no noise, there is no voice
There is no coffin, there is no pyre
It's just a wet quagmire
A never ending silence
With no screams or violence
There is no hope or desire
Just darkness, not even cold fire
The world becomes beautiful
Silent without a heartbeat
A calm chasm has no fear
No one will come near.
No blood, no bruise and no broken bones
Nothing to shred, no ash, not even a smoke
There is joy in death
When nothing grows, nothing wilts.
"Oh! Why didn't I die earlier, Eve?"
"I am glad that you finally did."
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