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Bargain With Death
A last heartbeat should be strong and proud
emanating your life’s victories;
a footprint, proof to have walked this earth.
Mine was not.
Life called to me too soon;
I was gasping like a cobra was constricting my lungs
and it’s venom drowned my brain.
My last heartbeat was feeble at best
and my soul deserted my body.
The treatment stopped
and the white angels bowed their heads.
I was floating in dark.
Then, from the soulless abyss
emerged a man in a black suit,
clean cut with hollow eyes
with a paleness staining his face.