Creeping, crawling into the blue,
Your arms outstretched, clutching at straws,
A desperate attempt in time so short,
The end is near.
Pining, wanting, needing, craving,
As you reach up and I sink down,
Vanishing slowly o'er the horizon,
The end is near.
Grasping, reckless at the abyss,
A plea in vain is a plea too few,
For I am gone into the twilight.
The end is here.
Yet you still stand there looking toward heaven,
In a haze of purple 'gainst the dying sky,
And there you stay in hope of forgiveness,
Darkness. The end. Goodbye.
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