• equeream 9w

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    I cried without tears rolling
    The worst form of agony
    My eyes was still white and pale
    No cut was found in me
    Everyone would say I am okay
    My heart was still pumping
    So fast that it pumped my soul away
    I was gone by each beat
    I could feel the beast in me die
    I was begging like a mouse
    The one in the lion's mouth!
    My hope was not just lost
    Its way of which was untraceable
    I was not just afraid to die
    I had been long killed by fear
    It was more than just misery
    I wanted to cease to exist
    ©equeream