Degration

Striking through my heart, like a dagger or a sie. Trembeling, glued to where I stand, and my tension runs high. My heart begins to quicken, as my eyes dart all around me. The fear of death is innimate, it's bringer I am unable to see. My breathing comes in heavy layers, a spark in my mind never once lit. The equivelent of a torture chamber, right now, I just can't stand it. The silence shatters at the sound of death, of fear, of pain, of darkness. As I await my fate in consistancy, of one that could be so heartless. I slowly squeeze my eyes shut, on fear I began to choke. And as I drew in my last breath..... I awoke.