It Consumes Us
It comsumes our thoughts, our memories.
It consumes us with its extremities.
It has consumed us through the centuries.
All it leaves is just miseries.
Some help it consume their memory, it's just their tenancies.
Can't you see?
Death consumes us...
Sometimes it's with cuts.
Sometimes it's trucks.
Sometimes it's just life's deluxe.
Life might be rough, but Death definitely consumes us.
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I've dealt with depression for a long while. I worked in nursing homes for a while and I've seen quite a lot of people pass on. My second family, i'm very close with, my Grandpa has had cancer for a few years now. As well with some very close mentors they are getting ready to pass.