A creature so vile,
It's venomous clutches
Come when no one
Expects.
The tendrils claw
And claw,
Dragging down
Your precious soul.
The darkness rushes
In, the
Air pressure increases.
My chest, your chest,
It feels like it's collapsing.
The heart fails
To beat, to
Pump the blood.
The voices whisper
In my, your, our
Ears. Escape. Escape.
Sleep and never wake.
What is real and what is not?
Darkness.
It's a veil.
So, this is what it's like
To die.
A void of whispers,
Begging for you to help them,
The darkness...
No feelings.
Who... No, what
Am...Are we?
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 9:12 PM UTC
A creature so vile,
It's venomous clutches
Come when no one
Expects.
The tendrils claw
And claw,
Dragging down
Your precious soul.
The darkness rushes
In, the
Air pressure increases.
My chest, your chest,
It feels like it's collapsing.
The heart fails
To beat, to
Pump the blood.
The voices whisper
In my, your, our
Ears. Escape. Escape.
Sleep and never wake.
What is real and what is not?
Darkness.
It's a veil.
So, this is what it's like
To die.
A void of whispers,
Begging for you to help them,
The darkness...
No feelings.
Who... No, what
Am...Are we?
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