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It is in death that we all live for
The destination of our journey
Never will there be anything more,
A certainty in finality.
A release from life so tightly bound
To break the shackles of emotion
And leave this world without a sound
As our time stops from moving on.
The final breath that we would take
We try so hard to hold it in
For we can nevermore partake
The rapture that the air brings in.
Exhale, and our precious lives are through
Nothing more shall we ever do.
- July 29, 2003

Ah, this one doesn't seem to have a title also..