Death is a black tide that overwhelms you and you'd like a crumpled paper cup. Swallows and drag you into a world unknown and does not make you the world again. Something that takes you to the bottom and it takes away the light from his eyes, which feeds on terror and rotting bodies.
Death is the black pool of your refusal, the depth of eye sockets tired of crying, the color of your dreams that populate the night.
A world that has no past nor future, the infinite moment in which everything is suspended with no time nor age, nor sorrow, nor foolish thoughts.
dirty water that covers the days that transcends all barriers, that obviates your strength and cancel all your powers.
Unexpected, triumphant tide.
Death is the black pool of your refusal, the depth of eye sockets tired of crying, the color of your dreams that populate the night.
A world that has no past nor future, the infinite moment in which everything is suspended with no time nor age, nor sorrow, nor foolish thoughts.
dirty water that covers the days that transcends all barriers, that obviates your strength and cancel all your powers.
Unexpected, triumphant tide.
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