Deeply Held Nightmares

In dark

shadows and

Murky deapth

Sharp teeth with

Brusing bite

Useless fight

Stength ebbs

Preassure builds

Punch of opportunists

The pull of flesh

The tight band of death

Cascading

Over soft eyes and

Realization

This is it

Nothing

Left but

Lungs

sucking

At

Adam’s

Ale.

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