Fading,faded-An Ode to Death.

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I am fading,fading at a slow pace,

As I walk,slamming the door on life's face.

I fall,into the contour,as it increases in depth,

Slowly turning into a void,

No way to escape,no hope to rely on,

The inevitable,I can't avoid.

No one left,for a kind word,

All alone,I am over here,

Coveted I lie,from the world,

I fear,the end is near.

But is it fear?Or the essence of life?

The life I have lived,like a passer-by,

The same essence I hope,will stay intact,

When I turn into a star,far up in the sky.

I faded,faded at a slow pace,

And I walked away,slamming the door on Life's face.

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