Death is not a Lover

By GhostKing101J
Wed, 24 Oct 2018
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The nights are dark beyond darkness
and the days more gray than before.
His eyes are dead, white, and sightless,
as if looking for anything of a color.
If only my heart were made of stone.
We used to talk about death,
the slow darkness falling over everything.
Our only hope, for eternal nothingness,
our death, with a flake of obsidian.
But I can’t leave you, it’s meaningless.
I can’t do it alone.
I’m begging you.
He said, I have to go.
For the love of God,
death is not a lover.
Inspired by: Cormac Mccarthy's The Road
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