Gone

Porcelain Skin,

Oh so thin.

Cracks so wide,

Is that why I died?

 

I don't remember,

I see my casket there.

Life and death to dismemeber,

My funeral's stare.

 

Pallor sullen and white,

I guess I lost the fight.

Without hope to breathe, 

I just had to leave.

 

So I'm gone,

Just...gone

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