Posted in Poems

The Beauty Of Death

Disconnected from reality
Plummeting toward a certain death
I have no rescuer
I have no friends
My body touches nothing
Adding more to my growing isolation
Death falls with me
Its dark hood covering its face
It pulls its hood, and shows its eyes
That seem to pierce your very soul
All in a moment, I see deaths beauty
I surrender, with no regrets

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