Long time in waiting
Pain, excruciating
Now laid on the bed
Announced dead
Silence is deafening
Loud is whispering
Then finally a breath
One of great depth
As time goes and flies
Again nearly dies
Now left with a mark
That lessens the spark
Next the train follows
The punch, blade and windows
A thorn, car and rock
The ticking of a clock
Pieces of organ coming out
Living seems like a doubt
These are issues that come about
Something I need to shout
Mind failing
Eyes blurring
Ears ringing
Heart slowly stopping
A rotting corpse walking
Voice rasping
Limbs paralyzing
Joints rusting
Am I human, am I alive…
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