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Death is coming for me..
In shadows cast by the bloody moon,
A whisper lingers of a mournful tune.
Through veils of mist unfolds my doom.
I feel, Death is coming for me too soon.
Dragging footsteps creaks in to the silent night,
A reaper of fury cloaked in the absence of light,
Dragging many hooks dipped in rotting screams.
I hear, Death is coming for me too soon.
Air grows heavy with a cold dry breath,
Choir of wolfs & crickets engages the night
And felt the touch of darkness that looms.
I sense, Death is coming for me too soon.
Each heartbeat echoes like a funeral drum,
A rite of being buried under the soli & crumb.
Into the claws of blackness, my life is thrown.
I know, Death is coming for me too soon.
No one to weep and no one to share a quote,
Onto the inevitable, my body begins to bloat.
I submit to the void as gloom infects my soul.
I see, Death is coming for me too soon.
© augustin
A whisper lingers of a mournful tune.
Through veils of mist unfolds my doom.
I feel, Death is coming for me too soon.
Dragging footsteps creaks in to the silent night,
A reaper of fury cloaked in the absence of light,
Dragging many hooks dipped in rotting screams.
I hear, Death is coming for me too soon.
Air grows heavy with a cold dry breath,
Choir of wolfs & crickets engages the night
And felt the touch of darkness that looms.
I sense, Death is coming for me too soon.
Each heartbeat echoes like a funeral drum,
A rite of being buried under the soli & crumb.
Into the claws of blackness, my life is thrown.
I know, Death is coming for me too soon.
No one to weep and no one to share a quote,
Onto the inevitable, my body begins to bloat.
I submit to the void as gloom infects my soul.
I see, Death is coming for me too soon.
© augustin
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