Death Became Her


by Diana Kennedy (14)

I scream, I yell
You are death.
You do not hear me,
I am dying slowly,
Blood is pouring from my cold body
You are blind, you do not see me,
I cry, I flood the room
You do not breath, you don't require oxygen.
I desperatly scream, your eyes flood,
I have stabbed myself.
You have finally heard me as my pulse fades away,
but you are too late.

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