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May 2014
It flows over me, there is no
escape, it holds me down even
though it has no weight.

I exhale, inhale it in, it sends
me to a deeper sleep from which
I may not live.

I am surrounded, light is blocked
out, it fills my lungs coating them
burning them so hard to breath.

It is like drowning in my sleep,
I don't know that its even happening.
No longer am I breathing in air,
just the blackness that surrounds
me.

As I surrender to the sleep
as it covers me like a blanket
of death i am suffocated on
the outside as well as within.
its not always the fire that kills you its the silent partner..
Poetic T
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Poetic T  On Oblivions Doorstep
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