I can feel the demon awake;
Opening it’s eyes.
Wanting a chance to breathe again,
Feeling again demise.
I don’t want to,
Ever hurt me again.
But the blood is raging deep;
The wounds will soon seep.
The blood,
Is coming now.
Along with tears.
I want to,
Throw my head back,
And laugh.
As the pain is so much more sweet,
Than blood.
As the monster is, crawling in.
Hands grab to reach me out.
I don’t want to see the rich light.
Must die, without doubt.
As I’m closing in,
Not wanting anymore wait.
Realizing finally just now,
No one can relate.
As the transition is finished.
My life closes it’s eyes for the final time.
And for the first time,
I’ve released.
The gateway opens way up,
And I can see everything that I have done.
I’m having regrets.
I’m deceased.
I must die.
I must cry.
Let my soul fly,
Down to black earth.
Now I’ve cried.
Now I’ve died.
Let me deny;
I want rebirth.
RebirthA Poem by MutzyYes, the poem is a bit confusing, but they're to copy my thoughts on living and dieing.
© 2008 MutzyAuthor's Note
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Compartment 114
Compartment 114
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