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ode to EAP (Edgar Allen Poe) |
With a sluggish surprise I started coming too The sensation of a warm liquid was running down my arm A rhythmic pulse was the other sensation which came from my hand A hard steel object being in possession of my other hand. Turning my aching head with my eyes being three quarters closed Crimson was the color of its sensation The strength of the pulse started weakening My mind is scarily starting to clear Looking in front of me I see a poor unfortunate soul motionless on the floor Again crimson was the color in my vision. The object was their heart Holding the still weak beating organ The remainder of the warm blood stopped oozing out My mind clearing Being left not understanding the situation With a gasp of surprise and a twitch of my hand The organ seemed to have jumped Hitting the floor and bouncing onto the victim's chest As if it knew where it belonged |