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A scratch
Creates a line in the flesh...
It tries to release
the soul
And the warmth...
But...You hold your hands up
To catch what little hope escapes
And wash it away.
A force so strong
Hits you in the chest!
You can't catch
your breath
While clutching your heart!
A soft moan surrounds
you
The tears begin to flow
Words wont hurt you now....you must
run!
A quickened beat creates fear
The air
cuts into your lungs
A fire erupts
you voice is but a whisper.....Don't
you dare shout!
Your sent flows to them
A hunger that will
never be fulfilled
It wont stop following you
You must survive.....Don't
even look back!
A hand reaches out...
It grasps
the air around you.
The wind flirts with decaying dreams
Screams
rise with the bile
This is the end....
or is it?