By Farah
Submitted by twisted_lie
Date: 2004 Jul 24
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Wanting me to reach out as tears bursts from his sore eyes,
A cry for help as his lips utter words in a gentle,soft,tortured voice..
Every inch of his body shivers,the tip of his fingers cold and blue,frozen to death by fear,walking towards the unknown with slow heavy steps..
His hair turns white as though he's lived a life time,his legs trimble with every move he takes,unstable,unsteady,terrified of the pain,hurt and suffering of this mystery..
One last breath,one quick struggle puts an end to it all..
as each cell in his body gives in,his heart beats one last time before his soul surrenders and loses in this game called life.

Tuesday 24-6-2003