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Pain Flows
my fucking eyes are swollen
and my heart beats heavy in my chest
my mind races in circles
collapsing upon itself
death does not come quickly
for one with a broken heart
the healing process is agonizingly slow
the quietus of death would be a relief
for my tattered heart
the voices will not cease
not even for a moments time
the emotion relent
and batter me
wounds align themselves atop scar tissue
liquid pain flows across my psyche
and my heart beats heavy in my chest
my mind races in circles
collapsing upon itself
death does not come quickly
for one with a broken heart
the healing process is agonizingly slow
the quietus of death would be a relief
for my tattered heart
the voices will not cease
not even for a moments time
the emotion relent
and batter me
wounds align themselves atop scar tissue
liquid pain flows across my psyche
Published 6th Nov 2013
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