I stood not knowing where to head.
The pages of my life had fluttered
as if by the winds that roared
ruthlessly at the dark ways I decided to take..
It was remorse that I saw, I heard and I tasted;
I was trapped within the walls of regret
that grew closer, each passing minute.
I was being crushed, I know;
for how I had decided my past to be.
Drought had taken over me,
I felt dry, I smelt the blood
of anguish cover me red.
I was battered by my own conscience;
My limbs were knotted, I felt immobile.
The elixir of my life evaporated
with the sweat I shed.
The walls came nearer,
the sword of suffocation slit my throat.
I smelt of blood, and the fragrance wouldn't fade..
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