Candlemass
She always slept the same - face with a smile just about to break the darkness with rays.
And arms outstretched to hug whoever wanted to break her slumber.
Wherever her head lay, she made feel like a paradise.
She sleeps peacefully now, just the same.
Whatever dark abyss she wanted to escape with the needle, she did. She succeeded in her momentary escape.
Maybe she will hug whatever the abyss has to offer.
Maybe we all can?
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