I saw Death.
It was crouching at my doorstep
I got a glimpse of It.
Its stare- made me a Human.
In the silent storm
I saw Its sick claws,
Scratch marks marking the snowy paths,
the ground started to split
to the Pacific ocean
to the invisible cracks of rocks
until Dust and Death, Masters of Time
Sweep away my beloved face
onto their altar, unchain him from love sorrow.
Mar 26, 2022
Mar 26, 2022 at 1:44 PM UTC
I saw Death.
It was crouching at my doorstep
I got a glimpse of It.
Its stare- made me a Human.
In the silent storm
I saw Its sick claws,
Scratch marks marking the snowy paths,
the ground started to split
to the Pacific ocean
to the invisible cracks of rocks
until Dust and Death, Masters of Time
Sweep away my beloved face
onto their altar, unchain him from love sorrow.
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