your heart races
as you run
it gains on you
with every turn
your breath quickens
you know you cannot stop
but you are too tired to go on
it comes at you
from nowhere
you know you will die
you scream as a gash in your gut is made
a red puddle forms beneath you
your blood
your heart slows and your mind drifts
you were killed by it
a demon in the mist
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love the poem, you can really express yourself cant you. very nice WOOO!
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