This is a poem i wrote called my last breath..
The air around is cold and hard to take in
The woods are dead silent
Something does not seem right
Only one knows I am about to take
My last breath
The peaceful quiet is disrupted
By footsteps behind me
Another sound comes
And I realize it is me
Running from my last breath
Hands come around my throat
And I know that I
Cannot do anything but pray
And I silently prepare
For my last breath
The words of the stranger
Chill my bones
He says that I
Should not waste
My last breath
I slip into blackness
And know
He was right
I should not waste
My last breath
When I open my eyes
I look at my chest
And see a knife in it
And I wonder when I will draw
My last breath
Hours pass or was it a minute
When I see a distant figure
He sees me too but runs away
In fear of the time of his
Last breath
My senses tell me that
My killer is not finished
With me just yet
He shall be the one to witness
My last brea
2007-09-02
06:59:57
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Last verse...
He comes to me
With a pistol in hand
The last sound I hear
Alerts me that I just took
My last breath
2007-09-02
11:14:50 ·
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