You're going to die...

Whether it be a quick coming death,or a slow one...Describe how you're dying,and what you're feeling in those final moments.

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My Death (The Prequel)

I never heard the round that day that slammed into my chest.        
I felt the icy pain take hold as it totally missed my vest.        
Slapped right down upon the rocks as I rolled up off my side.        
I couldn't get up off that field no matter how hard I tried.        
       
I feel the blood loss draining me, seconds before I die.        
The scent of cordite lingered about as I looked up in the sky.        
Lazy clouds dot my perception, drifting in a cobalt blue,        
my armor and gear weighed me down as I appreciated the view.
 
Knowing that it would happen this way but I never knew just when.  
I'm just glad I have the moments to enjoy this perfect Zen.        
I think back about my deeds and ask God to forgive my soul.        
I've done good and bad and pray that I'm judged as a whole.        
       
Now I struggle against my gear and I start to feel the chill.        
Living a life of uniformed service but always seeking the thrill.        
I knew one day this would happen and this day would eventually come.        
Now I'm fucking freezing here while I bake in the Afghan Sun.      
       
I hear the ringing in my ears but not from the explosions nearby.        
This must be the Sound of Death and I know that I'm going to die.        
My head lay back within my Kevlar while I’m helpless on the ground.        
I lost my strength to lift it up for it feels like fifty pounds.
       
My body grows numb; my heart slows down the beats easing with time.      
I sense the release is right at hand and I’ll hear the Reaper’s chime.      
With so much guilt and so much remorse, I never did apologize.      
I never really took the time to tell my friends goodbye.      
       
My breathing became shallower and I know; it’s happening now.        
I'm so scared but still serene as sweat trickled on my brow.        
My vision starts to blur real bad and my eyelids are heavy to lift.        
I sense the feeling like I'm flying; up high and adrift.        
       
I can feel the cold gripping my soul as I thought in my head.        
I imagine my body laying there pumping a pool of red.        
This is it; I'm right here, take me along this track.        
Then I slip into the Void and my world goes finally black.

YES,YES!!The emotion is brilliant...Thank you guys;)

Mine was a prequel of sorts...look at my poetry list and you'll understand but glad that you've liked it.

You make good competitions...Thank you for taking the time...I find that they help me write...

At the threshold

Hold me yet
in this earthly cask
a barrel so used
so flat
so dead

I decline, no, I refuse
to feel the pain of transition
yet here I am in a terrain
unreal yet so tangible
in this vague timeline

Where am I
this threshold to worlds
unknown yet familiar
to Maya, will I
go...or back to earth
to suffer more?

I sigh, I hear the wails
of mourners
at the wake
yet they are so far away
I am flying...
will I wake
when dawn breaks?
no matter
to eternal sleep
I suffer.

somelikeithot said:You make good competitions...Thank you for taking the time...I find that they help me write...That is an outstanding compliment...Thank you,and I'm glad I can help;)

seconds before the crash

I feel clean cotton, warmth
rubs my cheek, I inhale your
black T

back muscles tense, gears shift
with tarmac curves — my arms clasp
closest

around your ribs, as I press tighter,
safer here. I hear your happiness,
sunlit

my eyes squint against the rush,
hair tresses torn loose, skim across
my lips

the road bared, open, knowing
we won’t stop for miles. this
is bliss

By his hands

What once was love is now hate,

What once was hated is now loved

Holding all that is sacred dear to our hearts,

we die in peaceful infinity…

her and her soul

Look up to the darkened sky

Shining with stars and delight

the last tears ever shed

soaking into his hands

she will try to scream

Blood floods her lungs

As she chokes on her own words of love and hate.

Death came …

And it was glorious.

*At first I started writing this in my own point of view
where I feel myself die again from beyond the grave (hence the "we"
then I switch to just watching myself die in the last few seconds. Then back to my own thoughts beyond the grave.

Last Breath

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Grasping your hand,
bullets flying over our heads.
Struggling to speak to you
while your hand holds my chest
stop the bleeding,
for as long as you can.
My life, slipping away
my soul, ebbing in decay.
My fingers become sickly blue-white
my finger-tips as cold as the Soldier's gun.
I am dying, before you my brother.
But don't you fucking tell me
this my last breath.
Shot down, left to die.
You stood by me, stayed behind.
Brothers in life, and in death
in silent acceptance, we realise.
This is our last breath.
As the War rages on.
And a Bullet through his head.
My last breath, your stolen air.
As my brother's blood spray
splatters through my hair.

No Salvation Today

I can't reach any higher
My mind's wrapped in wire
This heart is a liar

These memories that stay
I just can't walk away
No salvation today
This dangerous game that we play
My soul starts to decay
I can't live this way

Goodbye to everyone
I have come undone
This battle can't be won

How much more can I try?
Got no tears left to cry
I'm always wondering why
We're not made to fly
I came here to die
World this is goodbye.

Bullets

it's anarchy out there
there where the world is
they're killing one another
like a new found bliss
swifter than the wind blows
faster than the cock crows
bodies fall to the ground
bullets for bullets
pound for pound
we dodge and cover
run and recover
restless luxuries
and homeless treasuries
all amount to nothing
here where the bullets fly
and human hopes die
I see them charge
through faulty lines
swifter than the wind blows
faster than a cry
amidst the chaos that surrounds
knowing well, I will die
I'll pretend to win
and fight back again
in vain if so
in victory if not
in delusional hope
if nothing else.

The Great State of Limbo


like a
parachute
the one that wouldn’t open
had me doing alotta hoping
about them brakes
about mistakes
not doing what it takes
that guardrail; how I hit it hard
smack-dab, then over
exiting onto the boulevard

was I playing the last card?

the multiple end-over flips
must’ve been too many sips
didn’t need map nor the GPS
now I'm waiting on The Test

will I be the transient or am I the guest?

how I now felt “without feeling”
my fate forever sealing
guess I’ll have to settle in
this “time” without the gin
while I’m hoping for the best
in this belated state I’m in





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