Spear


One moment.
One instant.
One final second.

How does it feel?!
As I try to get up.
How does it feel?!
As they are towering over me.

Help me!
I’ll do anything!

As they sit there and laugh,
My life starts to die.
My soul begins to wither,
My heart, it starts to fly.

I can feel myself leaving,
This earth on the ground.
But the will to live.
Is what keeps me down.

One moment.
One instant.
One final second.

What do you do?
Is there anything?
Hurry!
My mind rushes,
Water near.
Thrown off the edge is what I fear.

I can’t let this kill me.
I can’t let them win!

I die in this field.
As they walk away.

The demons that found me,

They killed me this way…

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