***Encased in a brittle shell
The blood runs awfully cold.
It powers the perishing heart
Once deemed as prized gold.
Scythe slowly etches the frame
Soul no longer can withhold.
The only thought that runs wild
Is the fear of being undersold.***
Oct 13, 2013
Oct 13, 2013 at 2:42 PM UTC
***Encased in a brittle shell
The blood runs awfully cold.
It powers the perishing heart
Once deemed as prized gold.
Scythe slowly etches the frame
Soul no longer can withhold.
The only thought that runs wild
Is the fear of being undersold.***
"One day your life will flash before your eyes. Make sure it's worth watching."
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