I wake up,
Like any ordinary day,
But some where in me,
I feel...
The feeling of,
Agony,
Suffering,
...death
Deep down inside,
You will know,
When it's,
Your last breath.
Later on,
The feelings,
Some how appears stronger,
But, what is this?
Cries of the ill,
Scrams of the suffering,
The silence of the dead,
And the feeling of knowing,
At night, I close my eyes,
A dreamless night,
Then the kiss of death,
My last breath.
The feeling of,
Agony, Suffering, Death,
Has now ended,
My last breath, has become my first.
-soso Khan-
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