It’s Coming

It’s coming

Each second it gets colder as it draws ever closer

It’s coming

Not making a single sound all you can do is pray

It’s coming

Long cold slender fingers are placed on my shoulder

It’s here

There it was, right before my eyes, the face of the end.

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