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The Fear Of Death

                        Muerte  
 
Losing my life at an early age.  
The fear of locusts feasting on my ebony covered flesh for all my days.  
Laying lifeless in a casket surrounded by fake store bought flowers.  
My soul forever being restless and lost without my family.  
 
The putrid stinch of decay turning stomachs and killing grass.  
The fear of demons on my ass.  
Living out to be a brainless zombie with no mind.  
Heart empty as a shell with no lover to call mines.  
No present, no past, no future all erased from existence.  
I will be nothing more than a distant memory lost in everyone's conscience.  
 
Mourned and celebrated for one day then only be considered just a sad thought the next.  
Never again to see the sun shine it's beautiful rays over me.  
Never again to inhale the crisp air that my mortal body used to breath.  
 
Lost without a sense of care in the world.  
Not being able to bring joy to the lives I've touched.  
Soon becoming someone who is not missed as much.  
My corpse lying there withering away turning into dust.  
LibraSoul96
Written by LibraSoul96
Published | Edited 14th Jun 2019
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