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The last moment before death

Submitted:Feb 12, 2013    Reads: 29    Comments: 0    Likes: 3   

The air burned, the cold ate away at his grip

The sights were off, but a muscle would not be moved

Life was leaving, the tunnel was dark

The man with no fear nor heart

Was being devoured by his love

As the last thought came to his mind

What a shame the man thought…. What a shame.

He moved just a pinch for the air to release

He jerked and he screamed but not a word would be spilt

His breath was final and his motion was gone

The air you could hear and his grip wore off


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