Fear cut a vein open,
Blood split everywhere.
Pulse raced to an ugly beat,
Respite was stamped by despair.
Senses faced a sudden burial,
Calmness had lost its zest.
Grief attacked at midnight,
Restless was the smell of the air.
This turn of events, was no coincidence,
A face triggered blackout, just about there!
But the dead can’t come back from death,
How did she touch me, when I was the one who put her to rest!
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