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Tendrils that lick my skin Tearing into me, Pulling me apart bit by bit, Leaving nothing But tender pink flesh in its wake. The horrid sounds I hear I find are my own. Ripped from my throat so vehemently, so vivaciously. Soon consciousness ebbs away from me. Numbed beyond anything, A feeling beyond anything, Both detested and welcome, despised and loved. The twisted screams and cries are my final swan song. My flesh crumbles away Becoming blissfully nothing, Regrettably something. Nothing but ash. I think to myself. Nothing but ash. I scream to myself. Nothing but ash. I whisper to myself. Nothing but ash, Nothing but ash, And then there is only smoke.
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Sep 28, 2011
Sep 28, 2011 at 7:30 PM UTC
Nothing but Ash
Tendrils that lick my skin Tearing into me, Pulling me apart bit by bit, Leaving nothing But tender pink flesh in its wake. The horrid sounds I hear I find are my own. Ripped from my throat so vehemently, so vivaciously. Soon consciousness ebbs away from me. Numbed beyond anything, A feeling beyond anything, Both detested and welcome, despised and loved. The twisted screams and cries are my final swan song. My flesh crumbles away Becoming blissfully nothing, Regrettably something. Nothing but ash. I think to myself. Nothing but ash. I scream to myself. Nothing but ash. I whisper to myself. Nothing but ash, Nothing but ash, And then there is only smoke.
lucia-delarosa
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lucia-delarosa
Filipino
Sep 28, 2011
Sep 28, 2011 at 7:30 PM UTC
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