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Duplicate Virus Mar 2014
Thoughts bursting.
Smoothing out.
Leaving slowly.
A whisper now.
Fading away.
Nothing remains.
A barren land
Inside my brain.
Duplicate Virus Mar 2014
I think I’m falling
With no parachute,
The wind is cutting me
Busting me in two.
When I hit solid ground
I’ll break to pieces,
Guts bursting, heart showing
Everything it releases.
I believe I’ll be fine
With falling so far,
Especially if falling
Takes me to where you are.
Duplicate Virus Mar 2014
Your facade is slipping,
You’re smiling underneath.
Shark tooth grin spilling lies,
Between your crooked teeth.
Duplicate Virus Mar 2014
Answer me this,
What did I miss?
Your smiling face,
A warm embrace?
A hand to hold,
Love untold?
You must be lying,
I’ve stopped trying.
Those things elude me,
They can’t set me free.
If they fix me scars
No one goes that far
So answer me this
With a single kiss.
Duplicate Virus Mar 2014
Tumbling…
This face is crumbling.
A dark cloud will wash over
A muddle of pills could never cure
Voices screaming end.
There never were.
Duplicate Virus Mar 2014
I’m certain you know how it feels to watch her die.
I’m sure you remember asking God why.
I’m positive you held a hand that grew cold.
I know you cried that she would never grow old.
I’m assured you dreamt of her smiling embrace.
I believe that you miss seeing her lovely face.

I’m certain you scream when no one will hear.
I’m sure you distance yourself from what’s dear.
I’m positive you hate letting others close.
I know you’re scared of being abandoned most.
I’m assured you can’t look at complete families the same.
I believe that you can’t even bear to say her name.

I’m certain you’re haunted by her last smile.
I’m sure you thought it would last quite awhile.
I’m positive you tried to blame the nurse.
I know you are aware the disease was a curse.
I’m assured that you know she’s better off now.
I believe that you will recover someday, somehow.
Duplicate Virus Mar 2014
The dirt rises far up above my head
The worms laugh; I will soon be dead.
My shovel is far beyond my grasp
Filth fills up my lungs as I gasp.
Who’s hand to lift me from this cold grave?
Who’s but the one which to all I gave.
But this saving hand no longer comes
Dirt continues to gag my lungs.
How can I escape this hole I made
When I created this fate

With shovel and *****?
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