like a lullaby to the cradle is the eulogy to the casket
all my flaws swept under the table to grieve the porcelain doll that was me
their solemn songs sang me to sleep as my body escaped me



a deeply heart-felt goodbye to the part of me that died when
I decided to put others before me, yes, my heart fell asleep - boredom and fatigue.
I always said I wanted to die smiling, to pretend I'm at peace...

[ The Agonist - ...And Their Eulogies Sang Me To Sleep ]
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