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Literature Text
It's getting closer
I can feel it
It's coming for me
To take me away
And I won't fight it
I'll welcome it instead
It's not a curse
But a blessing instead
Even if I don't know yet
What's on the other side
I'll find out real soon...
I can feel it
It's coming for me
To take me away
And I won't fight it
I'll welcome it instead
It's not a curse
But a blessing instead
Even if I don't know yet
What's on the other side
I'll find out real soon...
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Literature
...
Tension, is building between
our bones; cracking
these boundaries that bind
us.
[lets not get lost in the moment
here. ]
Literature
I won't surrender
I shake off the arms of the demons that are pulling me down
No I won't surrender and drown
I struggle to stand while their nails are digging deep in to my skin
Screaming loud just to block their poisonous whispers that hunt my mind
Looking around for the sunshine
Anything that can pull me out and help me escape those monsters that want to feed off my pain
As I wait my energy and strength begins to fade
I scream even louder but this time not to block the whispers but to cry for help
No I won't surrender and drown
Someone will come to hold me while I regain my strength back to fight and slay the evil demons
Minutes turn to months , time has wea
Literature
i. Strength
Her bones rattle in the wind
so I follow them in the dark.
I wish she loved me
(before she died)
but I guess you can't ask
for everything.
I gave her my heart
for her love
but blood stopped pumping
in the process.
I don't know whether to remember
the good or the bad,
I can only seem to think of
the
s p a c e s
in her bed
and how I laid with her
that night when she
took her last breath.
When the rain falls
I don't look down
at the puddles
for the monster
that stares back
misses one,
misses her.
They think I take life
to replace hers,
but what do they know?
Nothing.
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I imagine it's death approaching. Maybe my mind is just dark. XD