Death and Decay,
That is all I smell when I walk through the doors.

As I say my last good-byes,
Tears threaten to bombard my eyes.

I watch the terrible struggle between life and death,
And I realize death will eventually win.

As I long to escape,
I begin to tear and scrape.

Holding back the emotions that are knocking at my door,
I begin putting on a strong and emotionless face.

My soul begins to die inside,
I long to fix it but my wish is denied.

Death and Decay,
That is all I smell and feel when I walk out the doors.

 
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