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I am the sound of jagged breath
Catching in a broken chest
I am the feel of slow drying salt
Sleepless for another’s rest.
I creep in silent, midnight hours
I bathe in mounds of moulding flowers
Pilled high to pretend some cheer –
It is not needed, for I am here.
I am the dropping to the knees
The screaming in the dark
I am an eternal mighty river
Drowning slowly each single spark.
Let me hold your hands so tight –
Pull out the rug and dim the light,
I only need an empty space –
Only use an unseen face.
Sorrow, she holds me closer
Than any lover ever would
And Regret, so she loves me
For all the things they wish they could.
I am undying, yet only need one day
Bound forever by what you cannot say
Do not think I will be forgiving –
Your death is in the living.
