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Rated: E · Poetry · Death · #1184164
for a friend who fears death and making the wrong choices.
Your futile gasp,
the last rasping breath,
which pours like blood,
from your clotting lungs,
one, last, time.
And with it should go your spirit,
but she is chained,
cagged for eternity,
in dead putrefying flesh,
by the fear.
The growing uncertainty.
The pain that you created.
your creature claws its way
through every fiber of your being,
leading you into dark terror,
unfolding as fast as your lifes destiny,
destroyed by the warm flames you now
wished were licking your wounds,
devouring the prison,
you once called your vessel,
for cruel fate looks upon you,
with cold pittyless mirth,
and in the deathly absence,
of these snakes of light,
decay flourishes,
and your corpse lies rotting,
in damp polluted mud,
the dirt and filth poison your soul,
and your heart embraces darkness,
as pure evil becomes you,
and your essence turns black,
you can not escape ...
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