Death. Yay, more happy poetry. >.>

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Drowning in the red sea; 

Scream at the demons to let me be. 

Searching for a version of salvation-

Swimming for life; in all desperation. 

The current is strong- pulling me down. 

Silence and darkness- as I try to find sound. 

Breathless and broken; my faded heart screams. 

Pulls me apart; leaves me dead at the seams. 

I still feel the pain; I still strain for air. 

This torment of solitude is more than I can bear.

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