All My Thoughts I Never Shared

Death

Deep, dark, depressing thoughts fall into a pot.
With sleek, boney fingers, I reach into the box.
Long, sharp nails puncture a slip of paper.
And soon my fate is etched into a stone waver.
Old, grotesque arms sleeved in black.
Extend towards my body and pull off my mask.
Still I stand still as my mind quivers in pain.
Reaching into my soul and rot out my remains.
A hollow husk of a person stands in shame.
Left to walk into eternity without a name.

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Smokey, bleak, and gray is where I stay.
Standing in a wasteland full of black decay.
Living in the past are those around me.
But emptiness is all that is left of those I see. Darkness is what curls through my dreams.
And stolen souls running through the streams.
We are reminded that this was what we chose.
We run from the wrath of Keres and Thanatos.
Stepping over steaming cracks as we flee.
Narrowly escaping their annual killing spree.

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Cowering in the darker parts of the dark.
Hoping sharp nails on dry rock won't spark.
Alerting to our demons we hide in the corner.
As deaths will hold no funeral for our mourner.
And now as heavy footsteps follow our tracks.
I leave others behind and slip through cracks.
Hollow shell and black eyes hold no remorse.
As my humanity has been taken by force.
As I now hold no grasp on my sanity.
I know there is no end to my reality.

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*Thanatos and Keres are siblings in Greek mythology. Thanatos worked with Hades (god of the underworld) and represented death itself. Thanatos often depicted a peaceful death while his sister, Keres, often represented violent deaths.

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No, this poem is not supposed to represent Greek mythology.

I felt their names added to the gore.

I acknowledge that they aren't historically accurate in their depiction.