Like a flake in the belly of fire fly.
Blurring the vision of mine;
Shuts my brain, but it feeble back to light;
Teasing my hairs in the many pipes;
Splashing mucous with all their might.
There comes the streams blocking my breath;
Question of mercy,on the lungs of mine.
Fear mocking me of taking next time;
My legs still working on claiming my right.
A coin in my belly, still screeching my rind;
My heart still beating in the delirium of its end.
The heat in my soul, like hundred degrees;
Rising out of the core in a grind;
Blazers, striking my face in a ring.
There it stumbles again and again;
I hope to survive in the massive cloud of smog.
That threats to take many lives;
Of human race who thrives;
For the release from the hives;
Of the beasts that might take your life.
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