The Last Thud

May 17, 2011
Piling up all of

The want

The need

The emotions

The urge.



Finally it’s just enough

It pushes me over the edge.



The life

Leaving the body

The blackish-red blood

Flows

From the vain

Straying away from the path

To nurture the body



A pale face

Becoming even paler

As the puddle

Next to the body

Increases its capacity.



As the blood flows

The life

Is taken hostage by the blood

And is sucked out

By the very thing

That keeps it alive.



The eyes roll back

The mind goes blank

But

Strangely

You can still hear.



Thud, thud, thud.


Your heart

Beating more, and more

Faint

As it beats

A horrifying scream

Passes through your ears



And then

One last,
Thud.





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