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[aid] => mick
[title] => Of Death I Must Abide . . . Ben
[time] => 2009-02-11 12:45:01
[hometext] => We see a corps in sweet repose, then who amongst us? really knows . . .
[bodytext] => Perhaps it was the loss of control in those last moments, as though i was being taken over by some thing i knew nothing of, how i struggled but to no avail, it was only to apparent, there wasn't any thing i could do, oh merciful christ, could this be what an animal must go through while lying there as a predator is eating them alive, bite by bite, tear by tear, slowly being ingested by a creature determined to sattisfy it's veracious appitite, as the prey simply has no choice but to accept the inevitible, i could feel myself careening in and out of consciousnes, while barely making out the distorted images looming over me, in my hospital enviroment, that steril domain of morbid inflictions where we come and go, most unwillingly, to say the least . . . So this is what it comes to minus the desire, my weakening breath imparts my death time now to expire. To leave behind such animation ending my domain, infested with anticipation of impending pain. Lying here amidst this realm that threshold of deaths door, inside i shout and squirm about soon to be no more. What the hell is going on tell me i am wrong, lying here in brutal fear knowing all along. That my life would come to this dispite how i objected, enbalmed alive in deaths abyss 'twas not to be suspected. My screams they fall on deaf ears while still alive inside, asphyxiating in my blood of pure formaldehyde. Oh the insult of it all let alone the pain, deeper into death i fall riddled with distain. Ghastly are the ways of death ones life they do deprive, so what's another carcus? to be eaten up alive. So this is what it comes to of death i must abide, lying lifeless on this slab though still alive, inside. Ben myheartsvoice & bjps [comments] => 4 [counter] => 311 [topic] => 13 [informant] => myheartsvoice [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 15 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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