Waiting for Death

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You take a deep breath but

No air comes into your lungs.

Blood fills up your mouth

As the blade slices your throat.

It’s the end.

You said in your mind.

Oh well.

You sit on the cold ice floor

Against the wall.

Why bother to breathe?

If you know you’re dying?

Your eyes say you can’t do anything.

So you just sit there.

Waiting for death…

To take your soul…

(K.J.F)

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