Dooms Day
As death stares into my eyes. I stiffen and suddenly go weak. He places his hands. Around my neck and begins to squeeze. I struggle to release his hands. To breathe A life to soon to be taken. I cry and moan. And he chuckles. "Good riddance." I feel my strength slowly fade. and my eyes close to a deep sleep I feel his hand slip from my neck there is nothing left No more tears to cry. My days have came and went. A life to soon was taken.
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