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As Time Slows Around Us [Poetry]

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As complicated as time itself, like the silent conversations with the moon and sun, lie the complexity of the screaming but silent thoughts of the stars. "All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream." ...

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Malevolent Realization

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by Favorite_NPC

by Favorite_NPC

The essence of death is
Nothing but a blur.
It's almost as if death itself
Is everyone's own chauffeur.

What happens after death?
No one knows,
For those answers are strictly reserved for the shadows.

We idolize our afterlife to be
Nothing but a paradise.

What if it isn't that?

I lay awake,
Night after night,
Thinking of the day I will
See that hopeful white light.

I don't want to die.
I don't want to die.
I don't want to die.

But what if I do?
What if I do tomorrow?
What if I do tonight?

I don't want to die.
I don't want to die.
I don't want to die.

Death is evident.
Death is malevolent.
Death is horrifying.