| Hold to the Gold
Fading away I’m fading today
Floating and flying I’m going away
So easy to go, just letting me lay
Drifting toward nothing, zoned as I sway.
No movement, my body has lost all control
No muscle, no blood flow has taken its toll
Spacing, no thinking I’m feeling the pull
Breathing each breath as I cheat the fool.
Screechingly halted my fire becomes cold
The black on the white has taken its hold
Passion and hatred both ways am I pulled.
Look into myself. I hold to the gold.
Enticingly sensual my dreaming comes true
Look at the blackness I see mirrored you.
Floating in laughter and darkness, my view
I choose the life lightness,
I bid no adieu.
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