𝐝𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬

𝒇𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉

the smell of books.
fresh pages.
death.

the classical music flows through
the atmosphere,
from my dearest friends,
the ghosts of the dead.

so in the library i sit,
with the aroma of books,
death,
and the ghostly music,
flowing through the air.

books and death.