Day 177 – Pale – Whispered Words

Seeping out,

through the holes,

tears in my flesh,

Pale,

is what I am,

as my life leaves me,

as I feel my heart beat,

it’s final beat,

and my eyes lock with yours,

I wonder what will become of you?

will he kill you too?

or does he have something worse in store,

but I guess it doesn’t matter anymore,

well,

not for me,

not now,

I am free.

2 Comments Add yours

  1. Dead Donovan says:

    Lucky bastard. Poor girl. Cool, twisted poem!

    ~PR

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Haha, thanks so much, sometimes we’re not alone in a final moments… 👍

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