Beyond the Living
Beyond the living.
Sadness crawls.
Behind the blackest
hole.
Drowns sorrow.
Where the dead
memories fades to grey.
Thunders the end to
time.
Which will be mine.
I am surrounded.
By six sided solar
spirals.
Which wants in.
I do know.
Where the story begins.
From inside.
Where my soul hides.
In the coldest part next
to my heart.
There is no place left for
pride.
My pain threatens my
sanity.
Dark emotions feeds of
vanity.
Agony succumbs.
Murderous thoughts
start to vanish.
Black shadows are
shading me.
Ice cold shivers sliver
down my spine.
Rusted metal infused by
bones.
The touch to her arrival.
I can feel her claws on
my skin.
I am being held.
I am in the arms of
Death.
She smells.
Lovely.
Fragranced with decay.
She smells fresh from
the dead.
Vertigo is the cause.
Of my blindness.
Blood flows rivers down
my arms.
Lifeless hand free the
blade.
Silver taints the red
riddled floor.
She whispers into my
ear.
She wants me to follow
her.
Where the screaming
starts.
Where nothing ever
stops.
I refuse.
But I do as she say.
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