Don't Die

The time is coming
You can taste it
Vibrant faces have been replaced with
Pallid
Shapeless
Warped and weightless
Organ cases
You can taste it
Run and lock your doors up tight
And bar the basement windows
Block the sunlights awful rays
From penetrating
Aany inch of this most sacred
Hallowed ground
With lungs screaming for mercy
Yell hopelessly
Your personal possessions
Hold no worth
As your body reverts to earth
Oh, that vain and vanished beauty
Which once defined your youth
Means fuck all
Each second, so self-centred
Shall ever be remembered
By the brave and cherished few
Who tried to find the best in you
Through every awful, noxious truth
Do unto others that which benefits you
Don't die



Credits
Writer(s): Pale Drone
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