I Feel
Till death.
I will not part.
Pre-post of a mortem.
Again, nine never sides by ten.
Inverted by my broken heart.
Inserted by the needle.
Poisoned veins.
Venomous brain.
I am slain.
I will obey.
To the man in the mirror.
The one person I know.
The one filled by terror.
I scream.
I see.
I feel.
Not.
I feel.
Nothing.
Copyright © Unic Cjonr | Year Posted 2013
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