[this is the work of a friend]
Just a word, the only noun the whole universe can agree with. There's no denying that I won't let it happen. No fixed hour, minute or second.
All your wishes, desires and hopes dissipate into thin air.
I emerge in different places, in various ways. Nobody knows in which form I will appear in front of them.
However, ALL OF YOU, are aware that you should be ready for that time, the downfall is... MOST OF YOU are unprepared regardless of this fact.
This either ends up in two ways:
1) You feel content, satisfied and peace.
2) You feel guilt, shame and regret.
In the end the choice you're left with, all depends on how you live your life. If you're not happy with the way you're spending your days, make a change, before it's too late.
Before I engulf you in darkness. Taking away the privilege of movement, sound and heartbeat.
THE CHOICE IS YOURS, THE CLOCK IS TICKING...
IM COMING FOR YOU
Best regards,
Death
YOU ARE READING
weightless
Puisilate night thoughts and evening hopes, bottled emotions that I'm too afraid to show. compilation of poetry. [lowercase intended]
