Suffocation with still movements
Dried up veins with faded pulses
I drift here,I sleep here, I live here, I die here
I hold close my treasures
Within these heavy walls, with no escape
The rythmic glances
With these treasures held close
Tightly gripped with white knuckles
These treasures last forever if you hold them close
Wrapped in gold i locked them down
With all its secrets and wishes
I shiver as my skin goes gray and now my eyes daze
As im reaching dead and cold for escape
Now i lay one final blow
As it seems ive sunk to deep to breath
Trapped in deaths embrace one last chance
Let go,set free, to this useless gold
Now i see that some treasures are better off left done and dead
-cat
--baozi buns Community Member 
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