Death's Detail
Your face stares at me
pale and emotionless
every moment turning
whiter than snow
and my heart is burning
Your hand clutches mine
icy and stiff
grasp quickly fading
fingers, out of life
but mine are shaking
Your chest is still
no breaths, no beats
statue of death
small spot of red
takes away my breath
Your eyes are glass
blank and cold
staring at the sky
forever empty of you
and inside, I willow and die
Your soul is radiant
beautiful and bright
rising from your shell
into the abyss
and my eyes start to swell
The gun lies smoking
forgotten and alone
I reach out my hand
saying one last farewell
and I will see you again
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