Death doesn't wait for you, death doesn't wait for me
It comes and goes, it takes us silently
No last words, no goodbyes
Just darkness and agony
Imprisonment for one, freedom for another
Sometimes it's inconvenience, sometimes it's relief
Fright and beauty go hand in hand
When death spreads it's magnificent wings
A scream, a laugh
A tear, a smile
Time is running out
Like sand in an hourglass
In the end, it's death
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Star hunter (
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Comments1
A magnificent way to describe death, as a vulture in the night, unseen, never expected. Excellent metaphor. Well written. ❤
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