I don't know how horrendous is death moment but I think this poem does a great painting.

THROES OF DEATH

Smooth–coarse hazardous movement of clotted blood,

With sharp pains from vigorous

Cracking of pummeling bones,

Blasting through flesh’s throne,

The dilated eyes filled with dry tears,

And clutching legs of frustrated agonizing body,

The gnashing teeth like thunderclap,

And heavy breathing of pain filled body.

The crashing chest’s beats

Like irregular drum beats,

And swift neck’s throb

Like a car suddenly halt.

The regular opening of mouth:

Producing a sinking thud,

Like a thirsty duck getting drown.

The body wishes to say:

It is time, this is the date,

But the vocal strength is gone,

Surely, it’s too late to talk.

Again, the heart would begin thumping throbs,

Fast as a flashing strobe,

Then it would stop

With sharp sudden sinking thud;

Then, the shivering cold hands would drop

Like a bird out of luck:

Sure evidence that the soul is gone.

(C) HYBRID

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