Spared?
Mercy for those?
Help us we are cold.
Down here in this dark empty hole.
We have no souls.
Lost with no where to go.
Help us find a home.
We grow old.
Not much time.
Expand your minds.
See with fresh eyes.
Realize.
How we all died.
There in the distance.
A tree sits broken.
Limbs confused a worthless token.
To the beast called time a continuous motion.
One devoid of all emotions.
The smell of flowers that bloom.
The color of sunsets setting behind the dunes.
The smell of death as it comes for you.
Clear signs of a day coming bright and new.
Suggestions of a future with aches and pain.
As the old are examples of a body rotted by age.
The beast has clear intentions cloudy visions to view.
The beast knows everything.
Even you.