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Mar 2013
I have to leave now. . .

They are on their way back
To rip away the last bit
The last remaining flesh
Around the muscle around
The veins entwined in them

Chaos turns every which way
Under and around the bones
That I’ve broken for time to find
The most important treasure
Inside my chest, behind the curtains
Of hollow homes

Every mother must scream out
In the vile veil of the dark night
As the father slips away and
Pleases his own delight

Curses, curses, curses!

I hate the eyes in my head
They see and seal the images
Burnt out and carried in
Ships now shipwrecked in
The most peaceful place in my mind

I tried to fight it down
But the ocean just wouldn’t swallow
The irreplaceable hole in my heart

Is this how life will always be?
With only but two pages left
To complete the message to you
Make that one set in

Does this mean that I am
Only one page from death?

****,
I wonder where
My eyes will be

When you come crashing through that door

Just one last time.
Andrew McElroy
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Andrew McElroy  30/M/Florida
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