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Nov 2018
To what awaits thee,
I fear,
Death,
Death is near

Ever nearer
It so comes,
Slowly,
Mentally painful

The excessive hope
Thou tries to find
Has left, but brings
Some peace of mind

Assessing the fate
Of what horror lies
Thou ever awaits
Beautiful demise

Why beautiful
You say?
For isn't death
Much better than life?

Oh, the terrors in life
But in death is rest
And isn't death best?
Far more better than pain and strife?

Watch the deathly gleam
Of the object of your worries
Does it not calm you
To know death is close?

Or does it fuel it's decent
From your fear?
Oh, how it gets near!
Goes here, to there, to here

It's goal is you
It's purpose is true
It does not want you here,
So leave.

Leave this world!
Thou wishes to stay?!
Nay!
It will not allow you another day!

It strikes you with gladness
With every stroke it pains you,
Blood flows forth from your skin
There is no more, no more thoughts from within...
A small poem about Edgar Allen Poe's "The Pit and the Pendulum" but in this one he dies in the end.
Written by
Maude Laurent  16/F/Michigan
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