as your breath grows hollow and thin
the hand ticks the circuit of death
awaiting the moment you leave in sin
a life not yet forgiven
all you leave behind,
is as futile as the dust of your mind
fantasies dreamed as a child
given up for a life in the wild
where man eats man
and none is reconciled
as the sweat trickles off your head
fears of what it means to be dead
you lose control of your arms legs and hand
you let your world blow away around you
you no longer want to demand, you no longer stand
nevermore will you beg to rewind
the beauty of death...is that you are no longer blind

Wandering Scarlet

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