And Death Is True
She exemplifies death
As death becomes who she is
Lying there pale faced
With parched lips
Death floats about her
As stringy as her hair is
She’s white as powder
Breathing shallow
She has the aura of death
Upon her, she’s dying
And nothing can bring her back
To where she was before
Life has ceased
Nothing is the same
All has changed
She has become death
And everything death is
Is within her
Not a bleat of air
She doesn’t breathe normal
For she has become death
No other hope is left
White faced with death written
All upon her lips
Not a single breath
Is formed
And never will be again
She has finally lost
And death is true
Russell Sivey
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