Gasping my last

by Psychotic Tendencies   Apr 17, 2005


Cold pallor
flesh torn

bone split
see my innards

is that the problem?
is that where the evil lies?

gasping for breath
reeling from shock

you watch me there on that table
lying there

breathing my last
bloody hands grab at your body

pull you close
why do you try to avoid me

you were always so close
but now you despise me

tears running down your face
hear the door slam as you leave

silence..
gasping my last..

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