Going, going

by Robin   Jun 21, 2007


For the first
It always ends
A long time prior
To when it begins
The pain chokes
Death takes its prey
Life leaves the body
At the dawn of the day
The shadows grope
Reaching for fear
Feeding on thoughts
That they sorely endear
As the end comes
And the light starts to fade
The images are shown
Of the bodies, decayed
Run for your life
There's only death now
Reaching towards sky
Sinking into the ground
Air starts to thin
Breath begins to cease
Eyes close in incapability
To fight against release

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