Tired,
Running but couldnt feel my legs.
Energy sapped,
The colors
Swirling around my head,
Are such strange hues,
Like spilled paint by the galaxy,
I am dizzy.
It hurt,
Where I didn't bleed;
Gasping for air cut
My tongue hard.
I am waiting
For numbness to set in;
For the blood to turn cold,
Before I grow old.
I hear voices,
Perhaps languages,
From places so far,
Yet they're whispers so near.
The rainbow is trapped
In a dark twilight;
I cannot rescue it,
Breathe my last
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