Death
The Countess
I can't remember the last time I had a breath of fresh air
The only thing entering my lungs now is dust
I smell decay all around me
It all seems like a nightmare, but this time I'm not waking up
I'm trapped in this cold, lifeless body
Unable to move but able to think
I've become a mass of rotting flesh, motionless
My flesh turning to bone
Bone turning to dust
Dust that I breathe in every minute, every precious minute
I dream a lot
I dream of a blue sky surrounding me
I smell the sweet air
I can taste the coolness of the water
I feel the air hit my face as I take flight
I see everything. Everything
But it was only a dream
The reality is that I am here. Rotting
Becoming the dust that I breathe
Life is only a dream
A dream I wish never to awake from
But my dream has turned into a nightmare
The nightmare of reality
The reality of death.
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