How to tell if you are dead
Beside yourself
A torso is doubled
Halved into the troubled
Your breath is mildly cold
Spears of ice now peirce the air
As they all see you're no longer there
Or here, or what you call nowhere
No thoughts to share, or dimes to spare
You can't deny
A sight so glum
Won't darken the hearts of innocence
One could not buy
A colder shoulder
And you cope with acceptance
What's gone is still
within the echoes
Admit that you're now past tense
Your time is gone
The breath of a shadow
No longer follows you
You wait till dawn
When the mist is shallow
And solace slowly swallows you
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