Death is like a bullet,
coming quick and accurate.
Taking your breath with it,
on a long journey through the depths of hell!
Your soul captured,
a delicacy for the gods!
Your heart thrown away,
for it can love no more!
Your voice silenced,
from the terrifying horror.
Each second you get older,
each second closer to death,
each second you must hold on to,
it doesn’t hurt to be the one who remembers!
by Nike McClure
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Wow you really feel intensely.