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Death and Dying Part II
My house
I can’t see at all
I can’t see my own two feet and they’re climbing up the wall
My lungs are filling up with smoke
And I can’t breathe no more
I can’t see at all
Just the photograph that’s hanging there upon my wall
The record of my fall
Don’t cry
Don’t call for help
I’m rather comfortable
Don’t cry
Death and dying will happen to us all
Here is some inspiration, from the Tibetan Book of the Dead:
