beauty in a way the lingering of ones soul though the final stage is set still they seem to strain discarding their role some call it fate i call it a story told all that is erased with your last breath i m always near feeding on your fear annihilation or cessation dissolution expiration your destruction and extinction ever resting termination i m death incarnate bound by simple ways many marks on your trail knowing you ll face he same all that is erased with your last breath i m always near feeding on your fear annihilation or cessation dissolution expiration your destruction and extinction ever resting termination i m death incarnate1