Living is having to remember to breathe
To witness the blood that drips from your heart
To forget pain and forgive the broken
Beneath the numb flesh there is white, brisk bone
Valves that open and close and muscles expanding
Cells working and dying away until you are never the same
Mind hallucinations while everything shuts down
Pupils dilate as they turn light into something mortal
Miracles never last for long
Dying is the quiet
A sharp line of nothing
Painless and yet empty of what
Was once a working machine
Ripped away and to never
Feel something again
Are you scared of the unknown?
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The Book of Fantastical Confusion
Poetry"The most important thing, darling, is to live a fabulous life. As long as it's fabulous, I don't care how long it is." - Freddie Mercury Art, madness and poetry--whatever more could you need? Highest Rankings: #1 in poetry #1 in midnight thoughts #...
