The Death of Life

A time of peace is coming
when all is silent and still
where crystal shatters in slow motion
as the news enters the heart

all of life is gone
the only one known
that left comfort like blankets
despite blindness in the dark

some will say it’s selfish
others that it’s weak
but in his heart it is
what none of them call fate

the time of peace has come
it lays like diamonds
on a cold tiled floor
waiting to be swept away

while another time of peace is coming…

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