Sounds of Death

Listening to the silence
A cold, empty sound.
The deafening beat of my heart.
Running, stumbling, pounding, floundering
And that aint the worst part.

Listening to the gunshot.
A cruel, sharp sound.
The quickening flap of a bird.
Guttering, choking, frowning, drowning
The sounds of death sweetly heard.

Listening to the screams.
A lonely, sour sound.
The wakening cry of dreadful dreams.
Stuttering, crying, sighing, lying
The few rays of light as it beams.

The taste of blood on the tongue.
The smell of death, sickly sweet.
Sleeping through terror, night’s misery.
Dying, crying, praying, bleeding
Dawn, as the birds ‘tweet tweet.’

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