Departure 2
DEATH SUMS #2
Feel fatigue spread in heavy sighs,
Feeble as dread falters and cries.
Feel leeching pulse that pokes and chokes,
Loss of impulse in final stroke.
Plunge into void dark angel styles,
What life avoids now end game files.
Strangle sans choice in dying lot,
Frozen the voice bereft of thought.
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
30 January 2016
Singapore
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