The Parting SoulA Poem by unfathomdI came up with this after listening to TheMercifulServant. How does it feel.. Death?
The Parting Soul - unfathomd
What if I told you that your body, is nothing more than a garland, that you wear around like a garment that screens the confining darkness and liberates them, as black clouds which pepper your mind with dark thoughts. Yes, we call ourselves human beings, who are made out of dust, for the time being. The form that you are seeing, is a reflection from a mirror in which you are dreaming. Its not the dream that you see while you are sleeping, but when you are awake, alive and breathing. What if I told you that it takes only one millionth of a second, to slip into the dark numbness of the moment. The impending whisper of death, that is imminent after every passing breath. With that final sigh, you are marked by your deeds and devotion, which adheres you to your loved ones' emotion, and extricates you, from your daily commotion As oblivion seeps through, while you are frigid and frozen.
© 2016 unfathomdAuthor's Note
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