My walls are burned down,
the ashes fall all around me.
The air becomes thick,
my lungs begin to quit.
These walls crumble down,
my lungs now give out.
My eyes become glassy,
my body begins to spasm.
These walls fall on me,
crushing my body.
The last breath leaves my body,
as I slowly die.
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Short stories and poems
PoesiaJust some short stories with a side of poems i decided to make. The poems will come first and then the stories will be near the end more. I may add in some poems at the end also. Please don't copy.
