DeathA Poem by DevanDeath is something that highly intrigues me and it's mysterious. I'm not really afraid of it. A lot of people though are afraid of death, but this is how I see "death"
As an icy cold gaze staring
the misty haze gathers all around. Ever so silent is the air, as your slow heartbeat making the only sound. As coming forth ever so slow... Your moments flow back here and with this there is an eerie glow, now there is no fear. Yet closer as he comes an aura can now be seen. Now under a spell you've become. the bone-like hand reaching out upon you. The beating slowly coming to stop, as your eyes go to close... With his image beginning to fade, as he has come and taken you away. © 2012 DevanReviews
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