post poned, amongst deaths throne
check of the neck no detected tone
pulse gon', soul-fled its flesh and bone
resurrected home, infected asylum
the withered naked shrieking of death as its dying
tear ducts stricken with fear subsides crying
lying,in unbearable agony
unaware of reality
a terrible calamity
lookin death in its pupils / ---*winces away*--
i cannot stare at the faces with no apathy
the type that shows grace at the tragedy...
yeh
rigormortis absorbed convulsions shortly after my oxygen depleted
brainwaves rested incompleted aeora stop speeding
corneas started to stop bleeding
no blood leaking,my ammune system
use to be in-tune and listened
now my t cells are newly in remission
my last breath the past that lasted right before death
was blood gurgling ,prayers and ex-cepts
my soul remains restless.......
yay
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