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Subconscious Mind of a Dead Person
Lay prone on the ground,
the needles of the green grass
travel and softly plunge into my skin.
I slowly close my eyes.
I start to feel the insects crawl over the contours
of my naked body. Creeping over every single inch of me, they begin to send electrical impulses of seismic shock into my blood.
I stop breathing for a split second.
My muscles tighten around my bones, no motion to behold, I am locked in place.
Their tiny mouths with razor teeth begin to feed on my skin and I can not scream for help.
I just heard my last sound.
My heart took it's last beat, my lungs took it's last breathe, my skin felt it's last touch
and my eyes saw it's last scene.
Then my mind had it's last thought.
The last moments of a victim.
In Silence ..
(In Silence ..)
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