A soul growing old
The feelings leaving her bones
Her skin starts to melt
Hair matted like felt
From her teeth drips black ooze
Her last breath tainted with booze
Her eyes
Opening the final time
See the Reaper
Creeping nearer
Without doubt
She reaches her hand out
Greeting him as an old friend
Knowing this was the end
-A.S
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Another Tragic Story
PuisiA collection of the thoughts and feelings I'm too afraid to share. These words are things I see, hear, taste, and feel. These are the words of my life on a page, this is the tragedy I see.
