Death

by Darclyfe   Aug 7, 2014


It's in the air.
It's there.
Why does nobody care?
What we shared.
Keeps me scared.
Fear keeps me here.
The sheer thought keeps me from there,
So am I afraid? No,
But what show?
Is she there? Is it fair?
Can she see her breath?
No, it's Death.

Darclyfe

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