These are my last darts as all turns dark & mysterious
Final prose from the heart, hope it reaches all areas
I exhale breath for the sacred cipher and inhale death
I see the Reaper creep: he says, “You got five minutes left”
Can’t move, this is sum cruel shit, held in an icy cool grip
A flashback on sum bullshit reminisce as a school-kid
Sketchy descriptions of joy; visions suddenly destroyed
Thoughts void of a ploy, decoyed by a demonic android
Spitting fire & brimstone, leeches attach skin & bone’
My voice akin a drone par atone with the methadone
Pain free passage to Dead-land; avert carnage in Bedlam
Tried pursuing a best plan but it led into deaths hand
Peep thru the spying hole; heed the song of a dying soul
Breathless left lying cold in the trenches desiring goals
My pulse pace degenerates… internal aches escalate
I contemplate the mistakes then calculate lucky breaks
Ready to face the music; I would jig but am too sick
Lights diffuse, I go true stiff: now this rhyme is conclusive.
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