Wandering Scarlet

(June 1,1991 / Richmond hill)

Slowly Dying


running
from everything
everything except life
but death is eating it away
what can i do
pain of every moment
scars my every thoughts
my mind
its so dark
so dank
and as i suffer
i am slowly taken by death
it charges without mercy
and i lie helpless
as it rages towards me
i feel my stomach tighten
my hands shake
my brain feels as though is hanging upside down
my stomach as though at any second
it will jump out of my throat and dance around
my blood pressure rises
i start to sweat
i feel it drip off my forehead
as i see the terror that will befall me
it rages without hesitation
why
why me
what did i do
i start to weep in pain
tears of blood drip from my eyes
like my soul slowly leaving my body
every drop
like a stab at my heart
tearing me to pieces
theres nothing left of me
no way out
i must accept my gloomy fate
i no longer exist...

Submitted: Wednesday, April 25, 2007
Edited: Thursday, February 17, 2011

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