My bleeding eyes only see darkness
Through the tainted glass that twists everything
He's telling me to join him in that mystery place
but you're stopping me, whispering in my ear
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This is an intense poem. I should be working, writing two tests for Friday and a final exam. Instead, I am reading and rereading your poem. Death seems to be personified in this poem as a whisperer waiting in the wings who will seduce you into the bed of eternal sleep if you dare risk trusting a would be lover and find disappointment instead.
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This is an intense poem. I should be working, writing two tests for Friday and a final exam. Instead, I am reading and rereading your poem. Death seems to be personified in this poem as a whisperer waiting in the wings who will seduce you into the bed of eternal sleep if you dare risk trusting a would be lover and find disappointment instead.