The Last Visions Before My Death,
My Life Passes Before My Own Eyes.
All These Memories Conform To
Happiness,
This Eternity Of Deceipt,
And Tears Upon My Tormented Life.
These Flashbacks,
Are Simply Feelings I Once Have Felt,
As They End Quickly In One Instant.
The Clear Memories Disperse
Into A Variety Of Blurred
And Utterly Forgotten Thoughts.
They Are Disappearing
Like The Arid, Withering Hands Of Time,
Nothing Remains In This Life,
Except For........
THE BECKONING SILENCE!
The Atmosphere Is Quiet
And In A Total Unsettled State,
There Is An Eerie Feeling
Which Does Hang Amidst The Air,
But Still Nothing Is Present,
Except For The Incoherent Silence.
This Force Makes Our
Ear Drums Implode Viciously,
AS THE SILENCE IS DEAFENING.
Under Six Feet Deep,
There Is No Atmosphere.
And From The Dark,
Gloomy Depths Of My Grave -
Quietness Constanly Downfalls.
Ripples Of Silence Interfere
And They Distraught My Web Of Thought,
The Frequency Of Consciousness
Is All Molecular Matter To NOTHING.
The Dust Settles For Another Eternity,
And Is To Never Swirl Or Uprise Again,
My Mind State Is Blankened To Emptyness,
Except For .....THE SILENCE OF TIME!!

wow.. that was sum a deep poem... great use of words... it had a semi- aight flow.. but it was a great drop.. i was feeling it.. i liked your word play it had a grreat affect... keep droppin~peace~

Thanks, it has no flow to it really.

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