Nothing...Nothing..Not a sound,
Not a whisper, Nor a hearts deep pound,
...Vision darkening..Eyes narrow..
Your stomach rushing, Deaths own herald
Heart in your throat...You shudder alone,
As you turn slowly..whiter than bone,
Color gone, Your as good as dead,
Thoughts alone..On the life you lead
You cough, He coughs...Not even you,
Your mind dazed, Not knowing what to do,
You hold your hand, To your gut,
Squeezing to close, the bloodied cut,
You want to scream, but his lips don't move,
Almost, as if..Just to prove,
That realities gone, Your life, its slipping,
Over the edge...Your slowly tipping,
Tears, your tears, hold at his eyes..
Tears your love, you they despise,
The ground rushes...but seems so slow,
The fall you take, Down you go.
Hit the ground, Not a sound,
Hundreds of bodies, Broken ground,
You wake, astart, Covered in sweat,
Terror...ruling...The dreamed fate you met
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