death

swiflty glides uncertain fate,
death not a sound he does make,
creeps in and up like a shadow thats gone
you dance to deaths joyess song,
riplling through the unconscious realm
got you screaming on your way down,
does not care for time to wait
takes you to the underground gate,
meet him if you dare
does death not worry or scare,
the twisted fate of born to die
death spreads its wings and fly,
the final sound does not get heard
death does not listen nor get disturbed,
when it comes for you be sure,
that you will end up in the floor..
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unsettling nice write x
thank you x
Very well written, and congrats on being nominated!
Profoundly touching in a way Post-modernism is not accustomed to... Very nicely written!
thank you very much x