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I would share my world with death for a piece of heaven. Killing me slowly and tenderly I think the devil shames me of my memories. For he is the one that haunts my dreams. My life a sad sudden reminder of how failure looks. It glims into the death of the ages to be felt by only those lucky enough to feel it. Giving life to a unanswered question is like telling a tale to the prince of tides. No one ever hears the cries of those behind the broke light. Its just a mystery to those that don't know what to read but death and failure. And in a world of nothing but failure whos to judge the differences between the depth of the pain and the depth of the joys. Misesry never felt better than when it was followed by the crest of joy. But it seems that joy can't be seen in this dying world. You find it easier to escape life when your not even living but when you do live all you seem to be doing is looking for a way to escape. Open your eyes to the failure of not only yourself but living it self.