A rift in the jugular vein
The throbbing of quietus creeps in
As the Red Sea crashes and ebbs away
Severed breaths thrown off course
In a whirlwind of darkness
Silence in the eye
As the winds of deathless sleep
Howl through the hollowed tears:
“Seize the day!”
And life becomes a hostage of the night
And then the calm
(Peace be with you)
Serena Malcolm 
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