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A Taste of Death
I curled up on my bed when death clutches my stomach and not heart,
He smiled at my painful look,
I begged for sleep(ease) and wasn't granted,
I knew it wasn't time yet buh it was torturing.
The guardian of sleep denied me of my pain relieve, slumber.
I was up all night, screaming and rolling under the clutches of death until he left,
With a wicked grin at the corner of his mouth and acknowledgment that,
Death is never painless!
It clutches one's soul like a mango forcefully pulled from the tree!
© Charis'🖋️
He smiled at my painful look,
I begged for sleep(ease) and wasn't granted,
I knew it wasn't time yet buh it was torturing.
The guardian of sleep denied me of my pain relieve, slumber.
I was up all night, screaming and rolling under the clutches of death until he left,
With a wicked grin at the corner of his mouth and acknowledgment that,
Death is never painless!
It clutches one's soul like a mango forcefully pulled from the tree!
© Charis'🖋️
