🚧 Mentions of S|_|i¢id3 🚧
I stood there.
The opportunity stood as death lurked below staring back with a cold gaze.
The sun was warm.
You could sense his cold embrace.
I stood looking down but walked away?
The opportunity rose again.
I held it in my hand seeing him lurking in its reflection but their steps shut it down. His gaze cold as he looked at me unmoved.
The opportunity rose many more times after but I always thought to refuse his embrace.
The cold glass embrace of the fake reality beyond death?
Did it exist?
I oughtn't to find out till it doesn't affect them.
I know she loves me but sometimes I need to be shown.
With exaggerated actions and sentences.
Proof.
But I always rejected it because at times I'd rather be warm for as long as possible before being cold forever.
His embrace scares and comforts me.
But we don't need to meet ends just yet.
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Dust in the vents
Poetryyou'll find out more about well whatevers in her when you read but tws will be provided if needed and also I hope you enjoy the poems that roam in the vents
