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Breathe
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Dark Poetry These words don’t come with ease and the verse is so obscure.
Just once, I wish for death.
Evisceration– a mutilated cure.
These cuts bleed.
A life with meaning, but a being with no will.
Breaths are shallow.
The heart is heavy.
The voice says kill.
Instinct seethes.
These memories melt– into themselves, they fade away.
The mind is lost, with basic function– thriving, trying, forgetting.
Lost to others.
Left to smother.
Insanity breeds.
These cuts bleed.
The pain seeps out in scarlet letters.
Pressure is beneath the skin– opened to relieve.
I can breathe.
Love can leave.
And he will leave– once he sees.
I can breathe
as these cuts bleed.
Then I can leave– and he will grieve.
As these cuts breed
we will bleed.
He will leave.
They will grieve.
I cease to breathe.
