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Abyss

Standing at the edge of the cliff The world has dropped away I’m left on this precipice As the ground doth decay Falling, the air fast rushes by Whistling in my ears like steam I’m falling so fast, no time to cry As this air steals my scream Knots turning round in my belly Sickening me to my inner core I feel bile rising into my mouth I don’t want this feeling anymore Into the cavernous black I drop Beyond all hope of the light Freefalling into the icy cold I slowly fading from all sight I wonder what sound I will make As I slam into unyielding floor How quickly will my life it take? AS my blood spills is life’s gore

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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