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Screaming,
Unhealing,
Not feeling,
Leaning

--to end.

Making up
My thoughts
and my mind
The remains

--of logic.

The body begins to fail,
and that is where the heart
comes into play.
Destructive ends are dangerous

--when not spoken of.

I'm hating the moments
That I live unfulfilled
and forever tortured
by the chains

--of memories.

So this is what I call
The Requiem
Of My
Existence

--Forever.