pain rots within me.
deep in my heart,
i feel dead.the coldness swallows me whole,
leaving my bones to shatter.
when i think,
rubatosis flutters through me,
leaving me blind-sighted...because i thought i was dead.
long gone,
but i realize,
i want to live.
to breathe.
to feel alive again.but the pain drowns me once again,
in my thoughts,
leaving my body out in the cold,
where the pain can come once more.pain only brings you to one conclusion.
feeling alive is something,
that you must desire.but i am dead.
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