My Death

Dark, dim. Empty
A room full of shadows, and depression

Life used to fill the room
Along with laughter, n smiles
Along with good memories, n happiness
But now Death fills the room.

Shadows fill it
Concealing the hurt...
Heavy metal music is the only sound. The sound of Death.

Black n gray are the only colors that exists in my eyes. In the room
Death has taken over.

Used to be full of hope,
But that hope has been crushed to nothing.
There's no such thing as hope now... there's only now Death

Death is in the room n will never leave...
Death..my death...

This poem is about: 
Me

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