this world will corode over time
decompose in the vast space of nothingness  
but we are all immortal
our souls live forever 
death is the last beginning 
of something never ending 
our last eartly breath 
opens the portal to invinity
where we drift for eternity

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A tornado in my head
A stain in my heart
Swirling, squeezing, crushing
Smile upside down
Swelling pit of dread
Stomach hurts
Heart hurts...
Is it still there?
Or has the tornado's whippings
Corode the soft, colorful walls
Into weathered, beaten, and pulsing
Cries for help?