Bright, soft colors, Scents of beautiful smells, Filling the air, Filling our lungs until we burst, Light takes over the dark, Mindless thoughts drift through our head, Passing by without a second thought Soon death with trumiph, Swallowing our existance, Our very being The smell now reeks of decay and blood Dark slowly takes over the light, Everything stops, the heartbeat, the sounds, Soon we go stiff and cold, We close our eyes, And fall, deep down in our soul
Reason for writing:
It just came to me
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