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Feel the collapse of the long winded losers
Drained of the passion your smirk stood to steal
Chained in a prison of little use answers
Merely a rock or a hammer reveal
Damp now the floor on the footprints of acid
Claiming a prize in the soil below
Putrid decisions are spit forth as matter
Nothing so big that your eyes wouldn’t know
Echoes of pain ring the doorway with shadows
Sad this existence of life over death
Tearing my skin with your nails painted ruby
Pushing the edge of my last smoke filled breath
Mocking the screams as the blade enters slowly
One of the many you wear on your belt
Kiss me goodbye so my taste may remember
Every incision my heart it has felt
I was introduced to a Jill Tracy song by a friend, "Haunted by the thought of you" and it inspired this poem. Not so much the lyrics but the feeling the melody presented to my mind.