Last Hacks

before your lungs fall out
last glance
before the lights turn out
last stumbles
what just happened makin' you feel pretty humble
last facts;
there's no turning back.
last tastes
copper raging crimson hates
last pains
doubling to the floor
wish the hunter never stepped out the door
but his pretty baby daughter
making you lick your lips for some more slaughter
last bullet
silver slick swift as gossamer
last growls
can feel the ground
last howl
the world is out
last breath
the beast is dead






therapy art.

a speed paint really.