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in silence

i collapse into a heap

gallons of life

within this brittle shell

i weep

laying cold upon the floor

heart beating

i project my pain

the air

hangs heavily

i inhale

yet i still can't breathe

my hands

are not accustomed

this emptiness

leaves nothign to hold

a memory

the torture deep inside

clock ticking

time never waits for me

in silence

i hold on for dear life

alone

sharpening this knife