May 2, 2016 17:39
Dying is serene
Peaceful, maybe
But not for those around
No, not at all
Death comes in on scaly wings
And raises sharp talons
To swoop down and steal
Our loved ones away
He has a crooked smile
His eyes are wide
He's ill with madness
That infects those who's times are near
But for reasons unknown
They accept him
It can't be like friendship
Because who would trust him?
I know I wouldn't
But maybe his madness will take over
Fear?
I don't know.
One minute, bright
Souls fiery and spherical
The next, dull
Glazed and shattered pieces.
A/N: Written after J's family member passed.
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