Waking up, all I see
I cannot believe, this simple thing,
Has taken over me.
Death grips my mind, icing it inside,
Crawling, twisting, killing everything that plays it's time.
telling its truth, feeding down upon our youth.
Dust and wing gathers 'round, pulling us down to the ground
Walking along this line, I have never questioned my time.
In realization, death can't stop gripping my mind
Seizing it, freezing it, eating it.
I feel it all around indside
Quivering right down my bodies line, Curving around my spine
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