Monday, April 18, 2011

breath of death

Deserted.
Buried. Forgotten.
Vanished. Trashed.
Despaired. Pained.
Bellowing like a mad man, until his voice had left him
Moon hidden beneath the darkest sky
Buried alive.
Pulling himself out from the grave
Air was  all he needed.
But the earth was stronger than his might
Scent of death enclosed him
Doors of heaven directed him to abyss
Prayers were said
Tears touched down his lips
 He then gave his last blow of breath
Then death.

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