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In the stillness of the doom

Shadows linger,a body sprawled

Where life once pulsed

Blood pooling like a dark promise

The gut's secrets spilled raw and exposed

Fingers tremble tracing the outline of decay

Each dismembered piece, a story untold

The canvas  of flesh, marred and forgotten

Whispers of warmth, now icy and cold

Silence screams in the absence of breath

Muffled echoes of a heartbeat's refrain

Where laughter once danced in vibrant hues

Now only the stark truth of mortality remains

And in this quiet, beauty entwines with horror

The elegance of an ending, brutal yet serene



As the world outside spins, indifferent and bright

While here lies the weight of what once had been

Each piece tells a story, a whispered secret

The artistry of flesh torn from its moorings

Blood paints the lines of a darkened mind

And the world spins on, unaware of the quiet kill

The canvas  of flesh, marred and forgotten

Whispers of warmth, now icy and cold

Silence screams in the absence of breath

Muffled echoes of a heartbeat's refrain