Walking alone
Wisps of smoke surround you
Cool air chills your blood
Light starts to fade
Vision blurs
The taste of blood rises
Metal... Copper...
Getting harder to breathe
Trying to move
Being ignored
Nerves are on fire
Muscles no longer respond
People are calling your name
Crying and screaming
Holding you close
Tears are falling
The air leaves you
Life is dripping away
Death extends his hand
Welcome to the end
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