Death's Shadow

July 31, 2009
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Black, tinged with red
death, tinged with love
loving death...
I feel sleeps
embrace, only to be
awakened by the
stalking shadow of
Death. I scream,
he has already taken
my tongue, no sound, no taste.
I see my hands and
feet hacked off as
though a guillotine
has dropped, severing
them, no feeling.
I listen to his snoring
suddenly it stops, no hearing.
I see Death's shadow no
more, no sight, no breath,
no blood, no life...
All that is left is a rare
rose, black, tinged with red.

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