The atmosphere changes as darkness prevails.
Circulating with noxious gases perilous for human not to inhale.
Try to smell the air putting your life at risk which goes to exacerbate.
A little girl strapped to a log in the dark depths of a forest,
deceived by your remorseful heart leading you to take the bait.
As you go through the dark, hearing silent cries.
You marvel at something you'll never find.
When fatality doesn't show its face and seems to hide.
You begin to whiff a extensive blood in its confined.
You see the mist clearing, wide-spreading live skeletons of pliable bones.
You feel pesky in your anatomy,
As you begin to wither for your last hours of pant.
Your visual perception grows feeble,
as your knees weaken on your stance.
You know that this is the end,
but you refuse to yield at death.
The agony elevates, as it weakens your organs in a brisk.
Corroded by the affliction and killing, lucifers addiction.
Your buried into your lonely silent grave.
Its sad to see life didn't give you a second chance to stay.
Even though you are deceased, the ache doesn't go away.
This manifests that death is no ones friend.
Sad memories it awakens during your dead sleep.
As skins shred, blood leaked till dried,
your cranium, scapula, humerus, femur revealing till they disintegrate.
Reform back to the ashes that you were made,
and blown away till there's no trace of your existence in a fathomless dark cave.
