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Death
Blood stains my nails
I'm getting too pale.
My last breath dancing
waiting to escape my lips.
My memories haunt me through
small bits.
I lay silently on the bed.
Growing darker in my head,
My mind swirls around like
Dust in a breeze.
It gets colder so I begin to freeze.
Twisting and turning trying to free
Myself of death's grasp.
Tears come to my eyes.
The Blinding white hypnotizes me.
The only spark in the darkenss.
I pray to the gods.. let me stay.
But there is no reply.
There is no other way.
Forgive me, but I want to try,
To find my way back in this life.
My heart is slowing. My mind is dimming.
I fall asleep in my puddle of blood.
Hoping to wake to a life thats good.
Not here, nor there.
I'm in between worlds again.
I'm getting too pale.
My last breath dancing
waiting to escape my lips.
My memories haunt me through
small bits.
I lay silently on the bed.
Growing darker in my head,
My mind swirls around like
Dust in a breeze.
It gets colder so I begin to freeze.
Twisting and turning trying to free
Myself of death's grasp.
Tears come to my eyes.
The Blinding white hypnotizes me.
The only spark in the darkenss.
I pray to the gods.. let me stay.
But there is no reply.
There is no other way.
Forgive me, but I want to try,
To find my way back in this life.
My heart is slowing. My mind is dimming.
I fall asleep in my puddle of blood.
Hoping to wake to a life thats good.
Not here, nor there.
I'm in between worlds again.
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