📺 + "are you afraid of death?"
send 📺 + a question, and my muse’s shadow will answer it!
The shadow ducks and weaves, following an invisible path way he only seems to know, it's broken body seems neither complete nor' in disrepair. Some pieces get left behind in it's wake yet it moves fluidly despite the damage it brings to itself, Shadow blasters with hollow sockets and crumbling jaws cough up dust before disappearing, It's a familiar dance, Stick to the pattern and wish for another day.
'yes and no, death is an old friend, it asks for me. embraces me like a old lover, it's hands are gentle, no colder then mine, it asks when it'll be the last time. i do not have an answer, it understands, i am pulled from it's grasp once more. to dance once more for my life, each step, each move is practiced. i do not deviate. death is oblivious peace, i do not hear, i do not see, i do not speak. death knows my name, it knows my body, it knows my voice, i fear the final end, when will death keep me. when will it hold me evermore, when the dance of determination meets it's end.'
'yes and no, death is an old friend, it asks for me. embraces me like a old lover, it's hands are gentle, no colder then mine, it asks when it'll be the last time. i do not have an answer, it understands, i am pulled from it's grasp once more. to dance once more for my life, each step, each move is practiced. i do not deviate. death is oblivious peace, i do not hear, i do not see, i do not speak. death knows my name, it knows my body, it knows my voice, i fear the final end, when will death keep me. when will it hold me evermore, when the dance of determination meets it's end.'
'yes and no, death is an old friend, it asks for me. embraces me like a old lover, it's hands are gentle, no colder then mine, it asks when it'll be the last time. i do not have an answer, it understands, i am pulled from it's grasp once more. to dance once more for my life, each step, each move is practiced. i do not deviate. death is oblivious peace, i do not hear, i do not see, i do not speak. death knows my name, it knows my body, it knows my voice, i fear the final end, when will death keep me. when will it hold me evermore, when the dance of determination meets it's end.'