More death (just a short poem/ one shot?)

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Haunted mirrors pried forever open into the abyss
Stories written out as reminders
The Tick toc of the clock counts steadily down
Blending in with IV sounds
As a wave of fatigue increased
The drop of a beat (heartbeat) was all but neat
As black surrounds
Frantic voices sound
Silent as the starry night
A flowing peace breaks away from light
Just as a voice cuts in, a brothers or a lover's
Provides them with some cover
No matter how hard you try
Death is written in disguise
Fate is not for told
But is not controlled
Tears of the unspoken
Stream down the victims face
You can never uproot your fate

A/N randomly and up with this. Poetry is. Not my strong point

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