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Until My Sorry End

I picture water filling lungs,

My head against the tile,

I picture floating till my end,

Until my sorry end.

 

Blood in vision, spilling free,

Heart filled with nothing, nothing-

Nothing.

I picture dying peacefully,

People say nothing, nothing-

Nothing.

 

White surrounds me, I fade out,

In and out of consciousness.

Credits roll as eyes roll back-

Until ...

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