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Death

It sits there alone on the rotted ground, pale and lifeless.
The dark midnight air surrounding it, the will to escape is meaningless.
I stop and stare.
A colorless shell is all that it wears.
 
The bright color of red trickles down its face where it used to smile.
This sight is unmistakably vile.
It’s beautiful life was taken away.
I guess it doesn’t matter anyway.
 
Tis now the beginning of it’s eternal slumber.
Its lost soul on earth will forever linger.
 
I cancel my previous thoughts and come to the realization that this wretched body resembles my own.
I look down and I don’t see anything, not even bone.
 
Only now have I realized that I am nothing but a lost soul.
I have never been living, it’s just that my pain is full.
 
I feel light headed.
With having no life, I am fully credited.
 
I have never been living.
Death is the life that I have been given.

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