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24. dark knights sword

     there will be a day when my eyes have closed,

  and dust will settle upon my cheeks,

color will drain from my face.

    and i will be unable to see her face again.

    that hurts my heart, and makes me clench my fist in anger,

  anger and frustration of not being able to exist at the same time as her,

not being able to breathe the same air as her, not being able to share the same world as her.

      and i will be unable to keep those feelings at bay.

     i hope that i die before my parents do,

   i hope that i die before my fingers crumble to the ground and i will be unable to write,

i hope i die the day i realize i will truly never be happy.

     and i hope that these wishful thoughts would vanish.

     there will be a silver metal lining my heart,

  and specks of rust on my brow,

 with the beat of a drum, 

i will breathe.

   i wish words came easily to me as they did to her,

i wish i could breathe words.

    when i see her,

  with the locks of a dark knights sword covered in stygian blood,

 and eyes of a dragon,

i begin to smell blue.

- dark knights sword