My breathing came to a halt at 1:15
Eyes half-open, body badly weakened
I didn't feel the cold air around
But there was something cold, so cold
within me........
Turmoil started to encompass my spirit
My heart would soon give off its final 27 beats
That something cold continued torturing me
I should have been numb now, so numb now
why not be?
I smell of......
Something from a pointed object
Something that give life
From its lifeless being
The coldness abruptly vanished
vanished completely.........
I found myself breathing slowly
Extending the supposedly 27 heartbeats
With the pen and the paper
Giving life to something
That once killed me
at 1:15...........
Subject: One:fifteen 
Sun Jan 02, 2011 7:28 pm
