In which boy meets girl, although not in the way he would like

How your spirit achingly dreams of unashamed and uplifted flight. For you curl upon petalled wings; That Lift you heavenwards from this blackened empty and encrusted shore.

This might help a little on your road to writing.

Cast about, like the sails of a maelstrom, Thoughtlessly crucified, Why am I here?

"I once heard a saying that went like I am become Death or something; want me to prove that statement true? No? Oh, well too late for that." -Trevor Kellmen, Schism

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Death has come knocking once again I don't know, should I let him in? He has been at my door twice already I send him away, I'm not ready. It's only a matter of time before he comes back