Your breathing, it’s getting heavy…
Are you afraid of something? There’s nothing to fear…
Death is almost here.
Your air is slowly leaving your lungs, your heart wants to quit
Speaking will do you no good; you’ll only die faster
Giving into the dark, hooded figure; an outstretched hand welcomes you
You keep telling yourself you don’t wish to go; when really, that’s all you want to do
Surrounded by those who love you; you do not recognize a single face
Encaged within this slowly darkening space; you’re so afraid of this lonely place
The moonlight begins to shine, the angels begin to cry…
Your mother’s tears splash upon the floor; as your blood did, just a few short hours ago
You’re not so sure why you’ve decided to punish them this way.
Your breathing, it’s getting heavy…
Are you afraid of something? There’s nothing to fear…
Death is almost here.
The blood in your veins begin to run black, you’re being tortured
Death has decided to not let you go so easily…
You’re being punished for your sins, there’s a rising burn under your skin
You try to deny the pain, but your mind has become a plague
The path you have chosen now seems to be your biggest mistake…
Now you must suffer all of the pain you’ve cowardly avoided to take.
Your breathing, it’s getting heavy…
Are you afraid of something? There’s nothing to fear…
Death is almost here.
Death is almost…
Author notes
The sixth piece in "The Return: The Final Chap+er"
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