September 23, 2011
By , milwaukee, WI
Death is when your eyes close,
Like the whisper of your last breath,
A breath of nothing but death,
Lying there motionless in the grave yard of death,
Such a tragic pain of torture,
The way you are buried there underneath all that hard cold dirt,
No oxygen circulating in the lungs,
Too much agony to handle,
Going into a world of doom,
A living soul into a spirit,
A spirit that haunts,
So painful in every way dreamed by the human mind’s dream,
Pain like no other kind of pain,
Suffering to where you can’t suffer any more.

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dust said...
Sept. 29, 2011 at 8:04 pm
nice good work
Cory123 replied...
Sept. 29, 2011 at 8:08 pm

thank you :)


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