If they catch me, I'm dead,
Dead before I can even blink away the tears.
Breathing in that last hope. That Last glimpse of beauty.
Shot dead and shattered when my heart ceases to beat.
They say that it's quick and painless. Physically maybe, But never mentally.
You know you're dead the minute they find you, huddled in that corner.
A tight ball barely visible from the trembling world.
Shaking, sliding, twisting, revolting.
Wicked smiles. Eyes blinded, black and coarse by evil.
Even though they can kill you physically, you never die mentally.
Always forced to endure those hellish last few moments over and over and over again.
A never ending Nightmare.
The punishment of Life
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