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Doesn'T Love Know That I'M Dying Inside
Much time has passed since I last inked a page, unlinked the chain caging my blemished heart bleeding sorrow art upon this stage of limbo still I clutch the air to feel, yet I feel ill of love as she eludes the days beyond my tears that fall. Behind this door disguised not one person knows the decay that flows through my withering soul as a broken hull would tardily sink a vast ship waters of solitary time drain my veins of love, her pain raw… with each rise of sun she conquers me more. This deafening voice has silenced me with doubt as violent bouts of crazed loneliness creep, plundering into my life it seeps through my lips and spits out swallowed words of stars and moons beyond the cloud and the sun that swoon the day I lay alone... my heart shivering between lungs that breathe life like a cold knife pressed against my shriveling skin. Doesn't love know that I am dying inside, that I hide defeat with fake acts that keep me away from pity and pray in a faith I practice none yet I am the one brought down to my knees curled as a fetus praying through tears that wash my face with bitter taste… I’m dying for love to find my soul, find that place where two become whole.
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