Mausoleum( TW-death)
Your mausoleum is your home now, where you're sheltered from all evil. But your life does not prevail here, here in this lifeless dream made real. You stay hidden here in this room, never to awake to the sounds of their cries. Though they cry so loud, you're not able to hear them. You're lifeless bone. You've melted away like cold winter's snow. And you are no longer, a lying corpse. Your mangled body has disintegrated along with the softness of the Earth. Your eyes turned over, and were gray inside ther sockets, but they are no longer. Your heart lies in what remains of your chest, but the love inside it died along with you.
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