Right Hand of Fate
The blood let go all over the floor
it's everywhere, we're drowning in it.
Can't get out or reach the surface,
where is the door?
No more breath, the heart is choking.
There is stale air stuck in my lungs
can't let it go, can't find my breath
am I dying? What's going on?
Is this it, time to meet fates right hand?
Death.
My skin is pale,
my eyes are far away
Whatever happened to me?
No one can say.
Copyright © Rhia Madison Thomer | Year Posted 2009
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