Kicking and screaming and writhing in pain
'Til I'm hoarse in the throat, rendered nearly insane
Too tired to think, no life left to fight
I lay and I sob, cry out to the night
Heaving and gasping, no air left to breathe
Panic sets in and I rise to my knees
Cry out your name but you pay me no mind
No love left to give me, I know your kind
You turn your head and you walk away
Your words slap me, "some other day"
Another day there will not be
It's too late and you cannot see
That you have
Slowly
Murdered
Me.
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