Ravings of the Mad

Short Stories & Poetry


The Last Few Minutes

Gripping you by the throat forcing you to gasp for air
Your mouth wide open reaching into your body
Killing you from the inside making you feel pain
Like you are burning
You rip at your skin tearing it off
Trying to reach me you never do
You feel peace at the sight of blood
Flowing like a river
You swim in it
Realizing the pain is gone
You are cold
Remaining skin is now purple and black
Skin falling off
Your eyes sink in turning black
You start to hit your head trying to wake up
Pieces of skull start to fall to the ground
Your brain starts to be infested with maggots
Falling to the ground
Turning to dust
Nothing but darkness and cold
Now your true hell begins

Chris Long

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