-The Unknown-
They say our bodies hold our souls
That it's only a container to hold us
But what happens when it's shattered
Do our souls spill out like water
Do we evaporate and rejoin the circle in a new form
Or are we judged then sent to haven or hell
Or is there nothing
No haven
No hell
No in between
Do we just fall in to an endless darkness
But there has to be something
Or that would mean that we're nothing...
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Gray Ink
PoetryPomes and Short Stories Nothing's black and white, it's all different shades for gray.
