The rush of death sets in

From my own hand

The demons tear at my soul

Ripping, devouring my flesh

My mind, my sanity


The chill of death sets in

My puddle of life dripping at my feet

Memories return, regret manifests


for myself, my weakness, my fear


The reality of death sets in

Consciousness slipping away

The demons more present

Pain of body, mind, soul, screaming

Torture, forever torture


The truth of death sets in

Decay taking over

Breaking down, deconstructing

Body to cells to molecules

Fertisle nutrition for a new

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