The needle is getting closer
The pain is getting stronger.
The world is getting darker.
I'm blinded, bleeding to death alone.
Cold, alone in the darkness.
Reaching the stars in the heavens.
No more, it's gone.
The lights are out.
The sound has dimmed.
The story ends spreading sadness from within.
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The Book Of Poems
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