Death

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Death

Pain throbbing through my soul, as your hands grip tighter around my neck
Gasping for each breathe I take, hoping it will not be my last
Visions encircle each racing thought, as darkness slowly surrounds me
Heart beating so fast, I can feel it ripping its way through my chest
Forgetting the moments that lead us to this time of frustration
Words echoing through the howl of the wind, aching with sorrow
Tears streaming through the blood engorged in my veins
Silence begins to disturb my subdued train of thought
Clawing at your hands with some desperate attempt of salvation
Blackness engulfs the warped stare of your raging red eyes
Knowing DEATH is lurking behind me, impatiently awaiting
Almost desperate for the taste of a youthful new soul
Tears slowing as my heart loses its rhythm in a time of confusion
Pain dissipates with the loss of blood through my weakened veins
Emptiness fills my soul with a dying wish to be forgotten
Muscles going limp, as my body floats to the floor
Closing my eyes, as I take this last breathe of mine
Visions flood my thoughts with memories of a distant happiness
A child's laughter echoes through the hollow of my empty soul
Now awaiting a sad story of being forgotten in your heart
Instead your hate rages through my broken and lifeless body
DEATH surrounds me, taking hopes and memories from an imperfect life
My heart grows still as I look down through your lost soul
A simple tear swells in the corner of your eye
Knowing you have taken love and life from an imperfect world
Destroying the future of so many innocent lives
Forever in your dreams, you will see my desperate love for you
That somehow you could not see through your own desolate eyes
Loneliness and Hatred will take its place among your friends
And DEATH will be waiting for you, when you have been forgotten...

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Poetry is what is lost in translation.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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