Seductive Blackness

`She can feel her skin rotting away.

Exposing the bones inside.

Her nerves shut down.

She will live no longer today.

She will go to sleep,

And never wake up.

Disappearing in to the void of death.

The darkness consumes her.

As she withers away,

Her skin is gone.

Bones turn to ashes,

And blow away like dust in the wind.

She is no more.

She does not breathe air.

She does not see beauty.

She hears nothing.

She smells nothing.

She is finally free, 

as she slips into seductive blackness.

The End

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