A gripping tearing dread it is
to put upon my head, the sole
responsibility of what I always dread.
A knawing endless pain I sense
as I move in to kiss, the heart
I thought was mine must surely be amiss
Yes, I hate this and I hate that but
nothing can remain, but the itching clawing
feeling that is rotting in my brain
The distant aching body, I can feel it
next to mine, the reason for this coldness
and the slow dead ring of time
I feel the darkness touch me and welcome
death to steal, the reason for this longing
and why I cannot heal.
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