Charcoal

Charcoal grey skin with no life flowing within it

Flesh for food as it is now helpless 

No rhythm of the heart and the beat is lost 

No time or thoughts

Stiff limbs 

Rotten bones 

Cover in by this tombstone 

No warm breath 

Cold damp ground is where you can be found 

Deep, deep in this lonely ground

Not an inch to move and soon you will be all bones 

Powdered spectacle 

Turned charcoal dust…

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