Be still heart, your beat is not desired.
The very bane of my existence is the vein that you required.
Sending blood to vital organs, fighting hard against the break.
Secret, silent in the darkness, there goes another shudder, shake.
Whispering ‘I miss you’ with another shaky breath…
Wondering if death doth come, what behind me will be left?
Bleeding fingers, swollen lips, biting, slicing – breaking skin…
If I open up my body will your warmth again seep in?
Soaked in, drenched and drowning my body feels so heavy…
Heavy with the knowledge that so easy you forget me.
The scene hasn’t changed, and the shoe fits me well,
An angel sent from Heaven to deliver me to Hell.
Burning, swollen eyes, exhausted body, deathly tired.
Do hurry and be still heart, your beat is not required.
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