Death is Upon Me

My mind is blank,
My heart is slow,
My breath is weak,
And all i can see is death.
Days slowing,
Second by second time is vanishing
And my thoughts begin to chase after me once again.
What is happening?
Why do I feel gone?
It must be death.
The consumption of my being and others,
The monsters lurking in every shadow,
The darkness that is rising frightens us all,
But we must let every little moment haunt us,
For we have no controll.
Blank mind,
Time Vanishing,
Death is upon us all.





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