Though you shake me I will not wake,
my jaw is slack and my arms weak,
my eyes blank and desolate,
my life has led me to this.
Though you shake me I will not wake,
my lungs punctured and my heart beats no more,
my liver deflated and my nails pulled away,
my life has led me to this.
Though you shake me I will not wake,
my skin is burnt and my eyes are loose,
my head empty and my thoughts are no more,
my life has led me to this.
Though you shake me I will not wake,
my bones are broken and my will defeated,
my fingernails yellowed, and my tongue black,
my life has led me to this.
Though you shake me I will not wake,
my blood’s not pulsing and my legs weak,
my stomach empty and my throat dry,
my life has led me to this.
Though you shake me I will not wake,
because finally within death I have peace.
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