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The promising voice I hear

My cries are silenced as upon my lips lay the bony finger of death.  
 
The smell so pungent of rotting flesh it forbids me of taking another breath.
 
Deaths sinister offer of immortality becomes the only promising voice I hear.  
 
As inside my decaying mind the euphoric whisper hides away my darkest fears.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Written by my_darkness_reveal (My darkness revealed)
Published | Edited 23rd Dec 2023
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