Its begun,the conjuring of infant sludge
made from the apologies of ill begotten words spat out of false
trust
and so it goes,the choice to suffer and wither away
it will always be the chosen way to go
so subtle was the trouble, as we made our flesh to one
the cats cry while the wind howls and its then and only then,
that I feel somewhat complete,together and sound
oh so deep and frantic was your breathing
on the right side of whats left inside
a burning in the back of your Brain
and the bottom of your heart
as it swiftly nestles in the folds of your memory
it slowly rips you apart...
©munch77
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