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Living with death,

Buried in a coffin of thorns

While the nails are driven,

Sealing me within.

The barbs slice deep,

The filth bleeding into

The casket, this agony

A comfort in this

Moribund moment.

This torment or subsistence,

Such a choice:

Accept one pain or choose

Another anguish;

This is the end, I have

Surrendered my fate to this

Tomb