Dead On Death
A black mist of lifelessness breathes in the pure air
It is vacant within it's emptiness dead hollow and bare
We vanish from existance of those with eyes who see
The unknown secret of a life dying to never leave
Remembrance held in memory of the spirits in the air
Vapors of information above with the nothing left to share
Birth is where the timer starts counting towards the end
It's fair to say we're all really the walking dead
Maybe life is only preparation for what is coming after
Then death is worth living for our books final chapter
Written 01/15/19
Contest: 10L-10W-Free Verse
Hosted By: Laura Loo
Copyright © Brian Davey | Year Posted 2019
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