The wounded beast

Pushing and groaning
Crying and wailing
Running and panting
Amidst confusion and struggling
Amidst frustration and great pain
Unlike the case with T-pain
He tries harder, harder, harder
Deep breaths and sighs going louder
They drum it into his hears everytime
He gasps for breath
The tiny life is out
The large heart sapped out
Hold on, he has died before only to wake up
He would be back

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