I Do.


Death.
What are you? 
Such a simple word,
Such a complex meaning.

Dark, petrifying image
Haunting our mind,
as for what we were taught
was not what we thought.
Nobody knows were we go.
And nobody knows what it’s like
Until your are faced with
The day.
Where a second before,
A flash
of
your
life
You see,
As your heart comes to a stop.
And you are left there
Alone, afraid, agitated,
For what comes next,
Nobody knows.

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