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REBECCA ALLYN Member
since 2000-05-09
Posts 91Lima,Ohio |
Death knocking on my door pounding,banging,knocking more calling softly,whispering my name please make him go away it's driving me insane Death summons me to his home home of mournful torment,he wants me to come all alone He plays his morbid games in my nightly dreams in his sorrowful world nothing is what it seems Death is knocking even harder so much more persistent then before death is so much closer,something my heavy heart can't ignore Life slowly slipping through my hands,silently fading the pain grows stronger,my heart pounds fast I am truly scared,I can't take this waiting He is yelling now,saying that it's time dragging me away from here,the only life he wants is mine This is so scary, I can't seem to breathe,I can't seem to speak my life is slowly dissipating,oh,my god I've become so weak My eyelids are so heavy,they slowly begin to close even though I'm dying not a soul including myself know I can feel myself falling into this enternal state of being as images of my life creep into what's left of my seeing slowly reliving my life starting when I was born to two loving parents who would cherish and adore Twenty years eary I take my last breath and slowly die youngness does not equal immortality I know my life is over I just don't know why |
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netswan Senior Member
since 2000-03-28
Posts 1369Washington |
This is Deep ---and well done, but leaves me wondering ----are you dying inside or are you really dying -- I have never feared death. I know it will happen someday -----just never know when, but until then, will live my life to the fullest. Thanks for sharing netswan |
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