The smoke has wrapped around your throat and made a little noose. death has come to meet you and i am now begging for him to let you go. His long dark arms come down to claim you as his and i scream. i scream so loud that my voice is ripping to shreds and my brain is about to explode. no one else can see death take him away from me, no one understands my goddamn pain. they try and comfort me but i can only sob as death floats away with your soul which i loved so very much.
To the well-organised mind, death is nothing but the next adventure.
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