Death.

Of withering leaves and wilting flowers,
Of scarred thoughts and parched skin,
Of blood roses, and piercing thorns,
Of the desire to taste sweet sleep.
Of pain, stabbing through,
Like a hundred syringes.
Of experiencing the end,
In its complete glory.
And of falling prey to the wondrous illusion,
Death.  

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