Dark Death
On a planet, not of earth.
A dark cold planet, not of home.
A planet, Home of no one.
A planet were no one lives.. But a house stands.
A door that opens, a new door of life.. Or death.
Life or not, You enter,
A living room shows, but no one is living..
You are the only alive on this planet, in this house.
You hear a noise and run up to were it was lost.
You see yourself and relize.. This planet was were you died.
Death or not.. You run….
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