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[funeralcrasher]

Yet more suspect poetry by yours truly..

love is...
- - - -
love
another leading on
no pieces left to break
no blood left to suck
razor
cut wrists sting
like frostbitten skin
not love
a knot inside, pulled tight
excuses
loosen your hold
...for a moment
your grip tightens even more
feet patter
your heart runs
black lines down your face
flow to the winter within
frigid
bitter cold
frozen water beneath your sole
escape
surface cracks
white lines form
nobody around to see
nothing inside to feel
look upwards silver snow
white flowers slowly fade
descend
lungs burn with anticipation
weary,
no need for vacation
cold flesh settles
in darkness and solitude
no living memory remains.
no living soul remembers.
no reason left to endure
eternal sleep is the only cure.