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The face of death

inside this vast darkness
in this deafening silence
stones are ice cold
webs covering the etched past
trapped bones
under the reeking soil
don’t make a sound
death suffocates my soul
as it taps upon my feet
clawing at my flesh
welcoming me into the depths
of the red stained waters
Written by journeychase (Journey)
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