Contrary Destination

Death comes
Beckoning for me to follow
As it walks away
Its back facing me
Death is covered in darkness
Feeling cold all over
I follow death
Feeling as though
I hadn’t any choice
Soon Death is looming over me
And it swallows me whole
Enveloping me in sheer darkness
No longer able to see
I feel for a way out
But it is all too slimy
My nails can’t dig in
Stuck am I
In the belly of death
Is there a way out?

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