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Mar 2016
Writhe in ecstasy at the hand of pain
Ride the wave of being insane
Smile as you take the last gasp of life
Grip the edge of passing strife

Let the dark rush into view
As sounds of gurgling breath
Drown out the tears of hurt
And heartbeats slow
Like the forgotten times of the sand

Closer to the abyss of forever
You step closer with each slow beat
Like a drummer coming to the end
So you climb the darkest step

Into beyond you now fall
Black eyes and crimson veins
All life expired
The end is here
Go to your maker
Below the sun
Sin
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     Mike Hack, Puds and PoetryJournal
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