Last Breath - Poem by Torence Lavender
Running through the dasterdly part of town
Your heart pounding in your chest like it will beat out at any moment.
Sweat raining from your pores feels like thorns from a rose are exiting your body instead of the salty water that should be.
Wondering if your body has the endurance to outrun the beast whose sounds become more exacerbated with each step you take
A wonderlust for an excape has flooded your entire mind,
Your feet below you can no longer sustain your weak body.
As you fall the uproar of violence is the only thing that surround you.
Pain is released as blood flows like a waterfall from within you.
The fragrance of lilacs fills your nose when you become at peace with your last breath.
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