Death is her,
invincible,
winning if its the last thing she does.
It's the color on her cheeks,
the way her eyes shine,
the brightness of an ever present smile,
all highlighted
behind framed glass.
It's the sound of her laugh,
like bells chiming in the distance.
The warmth of her skin,
full of life,
in the reminsce of memories
recorded on an old video.
It's the sinking of her face,
pale and ghostly,
a fake smile painted on.
The lack of open eyes
empty of luster,
no more shining seas.
It's the weakness she possesses,
body limp,
no structure left.
The living heat she carried,
gone ice cold.
Death is the prescence of a green ribbon,
undeafeated,
lying in the grass against marble.
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Just a quick bit of advice, I think it should be she is Death. It just sounds better that way.
I really like this. It's deep and actually quite chilling and I can tell that it's likely very personal. Great job
**For anyone who doesn't know, the green awareness ribbon is for kidney diesease/failure.