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.
About the Creator
Alisha Wilkins
I've been writing my whole life. Writing about realms to escape in, forbidden characters to fall in love with, and using writing as my muse and refuge. Sometimes writing opens up the soul to healing, learning, and eventually to living again
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