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Though Death Lingers

Dull as morbid corpses
That litter neon lawns
Tired and tortured
Slowly by emotions
 
What a fine death
Surrounded, captured
Motionless plants
All plastic
Vibrant
Too vibrant
Artificial life
Artificial love
 
 
You hug me
Then ascend
In some space
Transcendent  
Of reality
A dream?
No
A nightmare
 
The fear is deceased
I've murdered it
The dread is decreased  
My heart slows
My soul is released.
Written by anonymouslyhere (Pariah Shadow)
Published | Edited 16th Oct 2017
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