The Shell

[The Assassin]

My face shrouded beneath a hood
Thick fog swirling all around me
A clock ticking as it counts down
The sands of time are running out
I move silently like a shadow
Moving faster than you can blink
Am I real or am I just an illusion
The last thing you'll see, ice cold blue eyes
The last thing you'll feel, a cold steel blade
Your body frozen to it's very core
Your breath and soul taken from you
Only a shell of what you were remains

 

[Miss_death]

My face shrouded beneath a hood
Thick fog swirling all around me
A clock ticking as it counts down
The sands of time are running out
I move silently like a shadow
Moving faster than you can blink
Am I real or am I just an illusion
The last thing you'll see, ice cold blue eyes
The last thing you'll feel, a cold steel blade
Your body frozen to it's very core
Your breath and soul taken from you
Only a shell of what you were remains

This brilliantly captures the haunting weight of existence. We often move like shadows through a world that feels more like an illusion than reality constantly chased by a clock we cannot stop. That final cold awakening where everything is stripped away until only the shell remains is the ultimate unavoidable truth of the human condition. Incredibly deep and atmospheric.

 

[The Assassin]

I prefer rhyming poems, they make more sense to me lol