Death

by Lonely Little Dreamer   Feb 25, 2007


Pale as the snow.
Coldness spreads.
No breath, nor heart beat.
An overwhelming silence.

No more thoughts.
Worries are absent.
The voices finally cease.
A peaceful rest.

Loved ones live on.
Memories as a constant companion.
Nothing can fill the emptiness.
Grief is the only guidance.

Death is what we all become.

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