Nearing the end of my existence, The Shards of Life,
Knocks on the soul of my being, entering without an invite.
Shaking from exhaustion, I allow the reaper in, all is lost.
Once in control of life, now, existing only in a shell.
Longing for the high only given by the powder of snow,
I stumble through the actions that are a regular part of life.
As the reaper watches, I execute the motions as I fall from grace.
Once in control of life, now, existing only in a shell.
The once radiant skin tone , now, a painful shade of pasty white.
A struggling heart pumps what is left of life through the cracked shell.
Why, oh why, must I exist in pain, life has failed another soul.
Once in control of life, now, existing only in a shell.
As my life support slowly falters, I rest my head on a soft pillow.
Closing my eyes one last time, I think of those that have left me.
The reaper slowly covers me with a blanket of black roses.
Once in control of life, now, existing only in a shell.
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