He lays on the floor still <br />like a sculpture in the bullet proof glass <br />on display at an art museum <br />Only he will not lay there forever <br />he will probably die and decompose <br />His wounds are deadly and excruciating <br />It feels like the blood that oozes out <br />is boiling out of thew wound <br />You can see it in his eyes <br />the wincing and the jerking <br />He's in a panic <br />Pain plus the fear of death <br />add up and equal a horrible death <br />Fear death not for it is not the end<br /><br />Cokbod Lodwogo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/panic-2/
