Tick tock,
The time goes by,
Faceless people,
With blind eyes.
***
A messenger,
With grave news.
A lone child,
Lost without a clue.
***
Wandering and roaming,
Under the fading sunlight.
Pitch black,
Uh-oh, it's night.
***
An innocent van,
Painted in white.
Look around, little child,
Something isn't right.
***
Open the door,
Grab with a haste,
Slam the door and rush,
An existance erased.
- Asteria
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Memento Mori || Poetry
Poetry[ remember death ] Previously titled Buried in the Ashes.
