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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?
Death by ******, death by chance,
Death by secret night romance,
Death by number, paint the liner,
Death in colour or black and white,
Accidental, planned prolonged,
Death by always doing wrong,
Death by self, a timeless art,
Death by one last broken heart.
You'll find me in the forest
Beneath the silver birch tree
With ribs in weaves of primrose
And stomach in knots of heather

— The End —