Decaying matter and fracturing bones lay beneath the soil.
Vines lined the ground, flowering petals that can only bloom from twilights glow.
Even through darkness the moon shines bright.
Just enough to see something shining in the light.
The white bone fluoresces, and continues to catch my eyes.
I've dreamed this dream before, just in a different disguise.
The world can be so brilliant, stunning and beautiful,
But just below the vail, the world turns congested, cunning, and cold.
We are in debt to death, and he doesn't let us forget.
Take what you want, and dream all you can,
Because we are all going to die, with just a wave of his hand.
When life starts to move forward, someone is left behind, because the train doesn't stop, even when you're in line.
Catch up, and don't chase for to long, the train will leave you, while another hits you from the side.
You can rebuild your life, and leave everything in the dust, and before you know it your gears will start to rust.
So take a deep breath little one, because even though you scream, life keeps moving and tears you by the seems.
Keep looking up so you can't see far down, because you can be 50 from the bottom and before you know it, you're staring at the ground,
Looking at the scattered remains of what you loved before,
Starring back up at you, reminding you there is more.
So there's no use in giving up, even one good time.
Because death is going to get, when he feels it's time.
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Thoughts Of Me, Sorry.
कविताJust everyday, unconventional, uplifting, relatable, sad writings. Take a journey through my head. **warning-may make you unconsciously slip into a corner alone, with sad music drowning you through your headphones**
