554 By My Evil Alter-Ego [06 August 2003]

Death is the end, the absolution of life.
Its filthy, blood encrusted hands
tear at the light of day,
creating a shroud over all.
Never allowing those who wish to escape
leave it’s terrifying embrace.
Visions of love and life
melt into a pool of acid,
drowning the hope within.

© Johanna Fugitt 2017

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