A pain like ravens digging through your skin
Trying their best to destroy what's within -
A soul barely hanging onto the flesh tattered,
A heart barely beating under a sternum shattered.
Remnants of a memory soon fading, a glimpse of hope -
All the necessary feelings that could help you cope
With walking down the path of Death too soon;
Your eyes will see nothing but the intensifying gloom.
A pain excruciating like vermin consuming
Your organs before they start decomposing
Sends cold chills down your collapsing spine,
Announcing the proximity of your dying time.
Remnants of a life slowly fading, a glimpse at Death -
Holding onto your soul till your very last breath,
You gasp for air but your lungs inhale suffocation;
Vital signs disappear in spite of your determination.