MY WOUNDS BURN / AS THEY OOZE BLOOD / FROM THE CRACKS IN MY ARMOR / AND THE CRIMSON LIQUID SEEPS / INTO THE LINES / OF THE EARTH / I CRY SALTY TEARS / THAT I'VE SOMEHOW STOLEN / FROM THE OCEAN / AS I LAY IN A GROWING PUDDLE / OF SCARLET / I WATCH THE SKY / AND LISTEN TO THE STARS / AS THEY SING ME A PRECIOUS LULLABY / THAT I HOLD CLOSE TO MY EARS AND MY HEART / TO DROWN OUT THE CRIES / THAT BEGIN TO SOUND FURTHER / AND FURTHER AWAY / EVEN WHEN WE ARE / OF THE SAME BATTLEFIELD / OF THE SAME QUADRANT / TIED TOGETHER WITH THE SAME HEARTSTRINGS / I BLOCK THEM OUT STILL / BECAUSE IT IS TIME / AND I AM SELFISH / I AM HUMAN / AND I AM DYING / AND I WANT A HAPPILY EVER AFTER / SO I LET THE STARS LURE ME AWAY / FOR MY HEART IS TIRED / AND MY LUNGS DEFLATING
- THE PROCESS OF DEATH [ALTERNATIVELY NAMED: AS THE STARS ROB ME OF LIFE - 7.6.16]
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