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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Sweat broke my line of vision, I couldn't see clearly, these demons were coming down hard, Each blow shattering the little resistance I held onto, Mercy wasn't a mantra these Gods acknowledged nor uttered, Bruised lips and broken fingernails scattered like confetti across these pavements, These pavements I called home, Never wander to close to the edge, they always told me, But I wanted to see what lay beyond the roaring wind, What beast made this plateau of cowardice tremble with each breath, So I leapt over the precipice of doubt and landed smack hard on the concreate, Gravity spared me no mercy, she dragged me down, Crushed the living daylights out of me, Broken bones and gaping sinew reached out to the bluest skies, Thanking the Gods for setting them free, What little strength I had, I tried moving but the pain was too much, My soul winced with every thump of my imploding heart, The shadows started enveloping my eyes, each darkened light, Gourging my eyes out, I couldn't see. I was blinded by this... fear. The scream that escaped my lips wasn't human, It was a sound of a thousand demons tearing a mans soul apart, Devouring his flesh, ripping his mushed heart to a pulp, And quitening what little strength he still had left, Roaring cries of mutilated grief engulfed my hearing, The last breath I ever took was filled with the stench of my own blood and faeces, The last sound I ever heard was the flapping of wings and the maniacal laughter of the beast, If I still had my vision, I'd see that this was all in my head, That all was an illusion nothing more than simple surgery exacerbated by the anaesthesia.
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