Death.
Interesting thing.
You never know when or how it will cross your path.
It comes in many ways.
Gives lots of options.
Sometimes even lure you towards itself.
It plays with your feelings, making you want it more and more, like there's no other way.
It's like a woman dressed in black, pale white skin with devil like empty black eyes, calling you out with open arms.
She stands there, with that sadistic smile, watching as someone meets with an accident.
Bleeding and bruised, that burning ache of broken bones, no one around to help.
Eyes dropping close. Feeling the last breath fading away from the body.
Close.
So close to her, to death.
She stands there, muttering 'one more.'
'one more.'
'one more.'
There, someone stands on a bridge.
Staring down at the deep, dark water below.
Empty eyes, hope lost.
No reasons to be in the joyful arms of life anymore.
And there she stands, in the shadows, with the same sadistic smile, calling out in her luring voice.
'come to me.'
'come to me, my child.'
'feel nothing.'
'do it and the pain will go away.'
Death is a temptress.
Always Greedy for one more soul, to serve her, worship her, to add one more soul in her lifeless kingdom.
No one can stop her.
She gets what she wants.
Always.
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Depth Of My Heart
RandomJust some thoughts that came in my mind. If you don't agree with it, please don't read. If any of it offence you in any way, I apologize. These are just my views on things. I don't mean to hurt or offend anyone in any way. Please no rude or perso...
