Slipping between these heart beats,
Dropped in the darkest waters,
Crawling through the winds,
Burning those things I thought of. 

and wrapped around your words,
are the fists that slowly kill me,
daggers lodging gently,
into my mind and into my hands.

I am slowly dying,
I don't recognize my features,
I travel weary patterns,
And my answers are my questions.

The End

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