I should be sleeping, but I am caffeinated.
12:13:00 AMSing to me the rhapsody of death,
As the poem and all lexical of living are now unheard.
A mistyped in destiny, tattooed on my bloodstream.
What should become, halted. Swim away.
The cheers from greeting angels, touched by the melody of heaven's harp.
Am I there yet?
A one-way ticket, of a call to be with the one whom I called home.
Is it the time yet?
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