Death

April 18, 2009
Death
Decay
The smell of fear
The color of tears
The taste of blood
Rust against teeth
Body turns to ashes
Apples all bruise
And the soul seeps from the bruise
To rock upon the seas of death
In a ship of dark wood
While the body rots away
Denial
The rock that many shelter beneath
Invinsibility
Only a few
Accept death for what it truly is





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