Death is Knocking
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
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the lamp by your bedside shines bright into the dead of night, reflecting off the red, slowly pulling beneath you, reflecting off the knife sticking out of you. You begin to drift away. The shift in the room prominent to you. You no longer feel pain. The sting of the knife wound, the bitter bite of betrayal as you catch the tail end of their retreat. Your friend, your lover, your betrayer, your killer, the sands of time or running out. And you can only think about how utterly cruel the world is. How sad. That's the one person that you wish to speak to one last time in your dying moments, telling them of your love for them is the one making haste with your blood on their hands, we'll have horrible indeed. Did you hear the crow call up into the night? You can measure in breaths how long you have left. And instead of that fight that you were so sure that you'd have you really give yourself into deaths ugly hands, but with the sweet promise on his lips, who could ever deny deaths? Wish of you