It Was Just a Dream
I was standing at the edge
I saw it coming
I could smell its scent
I had this feeling at the pit of my stomach
My heart was taking forever
Slow but sure it was coming to a halt
Death was knocking
The heart beat began to slow
It was so faint I could hardly hear it
My knees weakened
And I was crumbling
Slowly I was falling
I was dyeing yet still standing
My sight blurred
My hands were in a tight fist
I was holding my self
I was lifting my self
For a moment I thought I could
But I was wrong
My being was loosing its strength
Life had given up on me
A scream pierced the atmosphere
I was dying
The wailings were louder
I was dead
I was panting my breadth heavy
I was crying and I couldn't stop the tears
I was mourning my own death
Then my eyes flew open
No no but I'm dead
It was just a dream.
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