A shade upon the afterlife
just colors borne of sin
darkened hues own self be true
these strokes on you depend
Paint a picture vivid
life once living obsolete
searching for a little more
for death cannot complete
A lie upon those jaded lips
words made from yours are snaring
to heart's persuade your serenade
immune to what you're sharing
Viper-ed tongue your will be done
not here begone, concede
sirens wail with ships to sail
upon their souls to feed
Keep your sway where shades do play
for here I am not home
a shade upon the afterlife
a moment here and gone
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