your bed's a tomb
and not meant for me;

your world is a grave
i can no longer sink into;

my love's a cemetery
where flowers once wept -

(and i am not a ghost.)

cement ossifies my veins -
though this is no rigor mortis;

my heart is not a whisper:
it is a pillar of fortitude!;

i took a hammer to it -
i broke my own heart; -

(you would not do it yourself -)

and now my heart is gone -
i'll say it - i'm alive again!

(in the split-second before i
disintegrate forever - i'm alive again!)

The End

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