Thinking this is the end as He falls down through layers
Each one a different way of being that He no longer feels
A continuing anaesthetic descent into sleep
He hurts less as He dies, love goes away, and He stops seeing
Stops feeling everything and everyone, as He goes away
Miss you, wish you were here
Now you are going away
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