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The Grim Reaper

A destination, which is shared by all
A place so dark, a destroyer of worlds
No people, no feelings, only a peaceful tenebrosity
There is no return from this painful truth
No homecoming, no undoing things
Fragmented wishes, unexecuted promises haunting the nights
Your life has been recasted permanently
A heartache, a heartbreak, a woe, a despair
A memory no one could ever nick
You sink deep down an abyss
The scent fades from the pillow, unheard cries in the room
The Dead has set sail on a ship that would never return
A catastrophic earthquake that rifts everything apart
A hole in your heart that would never grow back
A hurt worse than the emptiness that existed before they came
And you silently wish you had one more conversation
One more chance to make them stay, forever
You are weakened in your knees, your heart gets numb
Like you are surrounded by an aura of ample of gravity
There is a longing deep down to embrace them, feel them
But the clock keeps ticking, the world swirls around
You keep the spirit alive by keeping it alive in you
And  realize the worth of this person, now gone away.

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