As the blackest of nights creeps over my shoulders,
the burden on my back feels like seven ton boulders.
I try to scream but i freeze and become colder.
I began to shake and my knees break,
i take a breath and realize i can't as my heart has stopped and my
lungs have burst.
I know only one thing and that is the thrist
the thirst for blood as mine has run cold.
it is worth more than gold.
The dark has reached me and i slip into death.
when i take my very last breath....................DEATH
 
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