The blossoming corpse flower springs life from death
The looming specter shielded from the light
Shrouded in the mirth
Vomited contents
Billious and uncouth
An oozing black miasma
Poison, corrupted bowel
Forgiveness for the reaper that never came
There is no pain to be felt
The scythe ever rasping at the door
Pallid, sickened skin
Hemorrhaging any long held ideals
A looming failure at every threshold
Existing forever. Long held in the exquisite torture of existence
Life without time. Time without age.
Howling for death's loveless embrace
She utters a prayer for no one
A hollowed cadaver with a pulse
Corruption seeping through callous skin
Angry shadows dancing on it's body
What it was before, it can no longer be
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