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I pictured it 10 seconds before I hit the concrete floor



Its long eerie nails filled with dried blood n dirt, grabbed a hold of my neck

Instantly I bled,

With a scalpel, the demon carved ‘DEATH BECOMES YOU’ across my stomach

It then stabbed my chest with a dagger,

With the dagger still embedded in my chest, I fell to the floor, my hands full of blood I had a grip of the dagger. Tried to force it out but it would not budge



I screamed! …. No one was near no one could hear my terrified voice crying out for help



Bloody Footsteps scurry around my body

As my pulse is almost coming to a stop

The creature feast itself upon me

Ripped flesh off of me like it was a hungry wolf tearing away at a small animal



Blood fills the entire floor

Drowning away in all that I’ve bled

My eyelids slowly shut

The image becomes blurry

Blurry fades to black



Death became me, I’ve moved on!