Parietal
That which beats is a lie
All that flows through is blood
My foreign wounds are denied
The hollow chamber a flood
Both fill me with sustenance
But emptying just the same
This tiny organ beckons
What in time would happen
Eventually would claim me
And call me to a higher place
And i feel this mental apathetic arrogance
As the walls close in
I begin to deny
That this body is drowned
And what is there is alive
I should have died then
I should have died then
Cover me
Envelope me in this
Cavity
Hollowing
Let nothing
Pierce through and
Empty
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