As the blackest of nightsz creeps over my shouldersz, the burden on my back
feelsz like seven ton bouldersz. I try to scream but i freeze & become
colder. I began to shake & my knee'sz break, i take a breath & realize i
can't as my heart has stopped & my lungsz have burst. I know only one thing
& that is the thrist the thirst for blood as mine has run cold.The dark has
reached me and i slip into death. when i take my very last breathe
..........
DEATH

 
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