Death
Death
The tension thickens, my heart is ticking,
and i hear it get louder.
the tears start poring, my heart is touring,
and things starts to get dark.
my mind is failing, and starts sailing
to a far away land,
my eyes squeeze shut, as i bleed from that cut,
why don’t it pass,my heart wont last,
I am suffering once again,
PLEASE JUST STOP, i think i'm cot
in this devilish world
i feel it numbing, i hear it humming
it keeps getting worse.
i think its over, i don’t feel sober, i feel as if I’m gone.
My eyes still shut my mind shuts down
And I finally get to lay in rest.
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gripping
Thank you for not making it rhyme. Most of the poems I read on this site today rhyme, and it was getting a little annoying. I like the style of describing what is happening all at the same time, which I use often to enforce the moment in my poetry. Very creepy, as if you were a cutter speculating on what death will be like.