Stitched to your mind

The thread of life thinned;

to one sinew of thought. 

Stretching life to the limit 


The pulse fades;

light,lost to the eyes

The last thought,etched to the mind. 

What is tomorrow


The flatline ran,straight and narrow

Eyes pitched to the darkness

The future engulfs

Eternity fall. 

◄ Harvest

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