She looked through my eyes with a knowing wry smile
For she shares the same blood and our place of denial
And her gift of gif awaited behind the blinking red light
A vacuous image of a man who was more akin to a wight
I could feel my heart sinking, like she had turned a dark tarot
Then my flesh turned to ice, as if I was trapped in a barrow
For with the four words of the text, she had complicity implied
That death's not the end, it's a place to reside, 'I am dead inside'
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