•death•
[the state of being lifeless]

the colorless walls of this room made me feel empty, the air having a heavy penchant for sorrow- I wondered how anyone survived within these caliginous shells.
the lights dim and deranged blinking rapidly in my presence.
the room felt very alive, even though the only person in it was slowly losing her soul.
her face so ragged and scarred, blood ran down her cheeks onto her lips.
her hand were limp and scarlett colored just like her fate.
victims of societal death always ended up losing themselves to the dark, the humans rotted of nuisance and destruction.
i looked at her with my stygian eyes and wondered what had caused her to end it all, to slit up her wrists and slash her cheeks, to scar her legs.
i slowly approached her as i sensed her soul letting go of her grasp, and held her close to me.
the soul neither grappled nor shrieked when i trapped it- as if it had given up too.
A deep and sly smile played on my face as i walked away.
~ i am the obscured death - the end of everything but they call me the grim reaper.