Death
Death a cold icy crevice that haunts me, Death is a cold stare that haunts everyone in the back of their mind.
Everyone fears death, what happens when we die the unknown, the uncertainty of what comes next.
It can be maddening, trying to figure out when death will come to claim your soul, to take you away to the black abyss he rules.
Darkness is what death controls, to some death is beautiful and to others death is scary.
Because some day we all must face our mortality, will you be ready when death comes knocking at your door, will any of us?
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