The room is sparkling clean
A soft tune of "Amazing grace" is playing on the computer
The blinds and windows are open for fresh air
Pain & suffering still linger in the air
The room smells of an unwanted guest
The sun gently kisses her body as she lies peacefully on the perfectly made bed
Her hands on her chest showing gratitude
"Hallelujah" by the Pentatonix is playing loudly in her earphones
She's not listening to it
She's not answering to her name being called either
She's very still & cold
She has finally found her peace
Her long awaited lover, Death.
Sep 30, 2020
Sep 30, 2020 at 3:41 PM UTC
The room is sparkling clean
A soft tune of "Amazing grace" is playing on the computer
The blinds and windows are open for fresh air
Pain & suffering still linger in the air
The room smells of an unwanted guest
The sun gently kisses her body as she lies peacefully on the perfectly made bed
Her hands on her chest showing gratitude
"Hallelujah" by the Pentatonix is playing loudly in her earphones
She's not listening to it
She's not answering to her name being called either
She's very still & cold
She has finally found her peace
Her long awaited lover, Death.
Low-key looking towards the day
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