Behind the Death Line

Stunned waiting for the final blow of life's cruel yet dearest end

Catatonic in disbelief that what once a lively laugh would turn into an agonizing cry...

The bee stings has been hurting much

prolonging the hopeless case of the lifeless soul

bringing color to the ghostly face

creating empty hopes

replacing all that have been lost but can never be able to prevent the knocking doom...

the sobs become clearer than any deaf can hear...

the river of tears is within reach but the hand is too heavy or is it the poison of weakness that hinders it from wiping off the flow of despair???



still hoping for a rare second chance...





but the devil never granted my parole...







an hour





a minute







or even seconds...







he'll be here anytime...never realized that he's been lining on the death line...never found out not until death himself popped out of his contaminated body...