Mangled screetch in a crumbled mess.
Twisted bones snapped from their best.
Taste of blood pours from the pain.
Losin life trapped within muscles strain.
Quick collision never seen comin.
Panic over rides emotions gruntin.
Waitin for help time seems to be lost.
Fightin in a moment stuck in a pause.
Consciousness fades with wills strength.
Closer to the other side with each blink.
Pulse begins to slow the flows race.
Chillin temperauture lowers the rate.
Blackness calls for shortness of breaths.
Deflattin the rise of an empty chest.
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