Resurrection
Emotionally I was dead , decaying into oblivion, worms feasting on this body of mine.
Aware of everything around , but uncaring and apathetic.
Sinking further into my personal abyss slowly being covered by the earth.
Locked in my black tomb, I wait to draw my last breath, completing my transcendance from this plane to the next.
In the Pitch black darkness I hear nothing but my own heart beat, continually slowing.
Just as my heart beats its last, I am jolted from death's grip by the sound of a shovel.
It Is her , she has come to exhume me from my current state, her love has resurrected what was dead inside of me.
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