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Shayne M Titcomb Feb 2013
Tick and tock, the clock went on.
My heart unlocked what felt so wrong.
A beat arrives inside my chest.
Though not alive, it ceased to rest.

Confusion spills within my own.
A bitter chill says I'm alone.
Surrounded by my skin and weight,
I wonder why this pain's so great.

A single soul. I lay without
The burning coal that killed the doubt.
And even though my words are said,
This life is faux, my mind is dead.
Shayne M Titcomb Jan 2013
Minutes feel like years,
hours close to decades.
I'm lying in bed
while my mind tries to fade.

A heart tends to feel
what words can't convey.
I am desperately fighting
to take myself away.

A soul that is heavy
with a body close to hollow.
I am fighting for sleep,
but my mind will not follow.

The advice you want to give,
I simply won't demand.
All I seem to wish for
is a heart that can withstand.

It is time for me to go.
For soon, I will see dawn.
I know that it is coming,
I know I will move on.

I thank you for your time,
I shouldn't keep you taken.
The only thing I ask
will be something left unspoken.

— The End —