Rescue my bleeding heart.
Assured I was doomed from the start.
Vultures are waiting for my demise.
Energy wasted so here are my goodbyes.
Nothing but black all around.
Surely no one will hear a sound.
Breathing is deep, I know what I must do.
Look into my soul, how could I be so blue?
Obscene images twirling through my mind.
Obscured visions of happiness are confined.
Darkness comes over me as I join them.
By Cami Hostetler
Among the Dead Contest Entry