My heart
It aches,
I'm weak
I shake...
My head
It pounds,
My breath
Only sound...
My eyes
Flow tears;
My memory
My fears...
My sorrow
I fail;
My edge
Sharp as nail...
My hands
Are criminal;
My body -
Blood minimal...
My tongue
Tastes red;
My nostrils -
Smells fled...
My legs
Convulse;
My heart -
No pulse...
My wounds
No repair,
Numb love
Like hair...
My cravings
With blade,
My life -
It fades...
I'm trampled,
I'm torn,
I'm broken -
And gone...
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