Coldness takes him.
Wrapped in a shroud of darkness
Now buried in an icy coffin.
Pain comes like an endless tsunami.
Agony stabs him like needles
It weaves through him
Stitching itself through his screams.
Crawls across a rock in the snow.
He grabs it and tries to sit.
The snow is being dyed with his blood.
Rose. Cardinal. Crimson.
Watches with empty eyes.
This is what is like to freeze.
He longs for a release from his snare.
Snare of acceptance, despair, and pain.
So, so much pain. The only clear thought.
Pain. Pain was his first feeling.
It will be his last. Among everything else.
A fevered smile breaks out.
The world spins into black for the last time.
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I'm okay, folks. I wrote this on a library computer cause the wifi's down, electricitys out, and the house is a funking oven that's pitch black. Tried to sleep and woke up five minutes later almost suffocating lmao im not fine but dw
dunno why you're reading this tho
YOU ARE READING
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PoésieA bunch of poems i write when i have time. :D Not much to look at, but if you're looking at this, you better at least put effort into reading
