His deathly body on the floor,
His soul to cry out nevermore.
His heart is pumping full of pain,
Sends hurt and anger through his veins.
They see him lying, Gods lament,
His gruesome death ends all torment.
He'll stay there lying, lying still,
His mind will stay upon the thrill.
For one last breath to brush his lips.
For one last touch, his fingertips.
But no more pain shall pass his mind;
His thoughts and memories all behind.
His deathly body on the floor,
His soul to cry out. Nevermore.





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The scrawlings of an idiot.