How does it feel to lose a loved one?
Some say that the bitterness runs sweet,
Awaiting the passing into blessed lands,
But what if you find yourself staring into the black?
With each day the pale horse rides closer,
And with every moment another attachment withers,
Running from death until life's end,
What is to become of us?
How does it feel to watch someone die?
When you know that no condolences will come,
Once a life more personal is forever lost,
How can you live when death is but a goal?
What was it like to live under burden?
How can one truly mourn an anticipated passing?
How does it feel staring at Death's cold face,
When the man beside you has given up on life....
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Thoughts of a Darkened Mind
Warning : Extremely depressing. Keep away from small rodents.
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It dies for blessed ego, the once mighty laid low....
