Dying

Dying

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Lurking underneath a burning fever

I feel life passing

Clouded

Dreams are confusing

That gentle touch

Cool hands brush my face

Where am I going?

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Blood is pooling

Pulling at my soul

Fire burns within my body

Death riding on my soul.

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I can see the eyes

Of that condemned woman

I can see pain shrouded by questions

I can see hate, love, and passion

Locked behind those ‘damned eyes.’

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Feverish I search for death

I call it by name

And in response only hear whispers

Of an evil locked within this body

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Burning

I feel ice and fire

Temper and Pain

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Sinking into the depths of cold

I find death

I feel its kiss against my lips

I hear the faint beating of my heart

And the gentle touch of cool hands holding me.