Just one strike, and down
poison slowly enter your veins
sending impulses through your skin,
slowly you turn stiff, no more movement hardly thoughts can progress
slowly toes to head skin turns a cold stiff. like a porcelain doll laying one the ground burns start to grow your body black, toes to dust rise up past you knees a gust of wind lets now mercy and blows you away like you where nothing. looking down upon what used to be you , have you lived what you where meant to? done what you wanted? or been who you wanted to be?. was your life lived? there is no redo button, like a cotton mouth feared by all death can strike at any moment.