From Light To Black

The light is blinding me
now nothing do I see

The light is cold and I’m painfully aware
my head is killing me

The light is now fading to black
my eyelids are coming unattached

Must have been the soldering gun
now I’m being stabbed in the back

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In this little poem a poor soul is the victim of some unfortunate soldering gun. We don’t know who is doing the torture here but they do seem to put him/her out of their misery in the end.


alive, dark, dead, death, gun, light, murder, soldering, torture

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