My pen's thinning. My time is leaving, my loves will be forever grieving.
I won't be able to write this, not anymore. I can hear screaming, my heart
rarely beating. I open the door. My pulse is fading, oh so quickly gaining, what is
upon these eves of evermore. Screams are fading, tears waning, falling on the floor.
Bells, Bells in the breeze from the distance blowing filling my soul with a knowing of
what awaits. What is awaiting me? My sight dimming......
My blood flowing
is time slowing?
What pain can I feel?....
The light is gently wanning
Darkness ever gaining
What is quietly waiting?....
My eyes are closing
Perhaps permanantly dozing
What sounds can I hear?
My breath is going
Death is Growing
Goodbye for I am going
Farewell for I have gone....
I hear screaming,
Once again, though never ending.
My heart beating?
My pulse faded from those hands.
What are these fires burning?......
A word of warning, maybe for the wise.
Now on the gates of hell no hope is mine.
Too fall from grace will ever be my last disgrace.
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