Head spinning,
Throat dry,
Confusion and Paranoia
Hand in hand, havoc.
Weak legs dragging over the sand,
Fatigued and lost,
Death looms a hair's breadth away,
There it stayed, avoided, sneered.
The bells ring and
Awakening from the slumber,
Into another gloomy day,
Into another degenerating day.
One,
Two,
Three.
The razors are ready,
Body shivers in anticipation,
The years blazes by,
And death
Death stood and watched from a distance.
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