Thrust your dagger into my heart. Once. Twice. Thrice. Take it away as I fall on my knees panting and whimpering. Run your hand over the wounds. Feel them sinking into the grey dust that ran in my pulverized veins. And whiff, perhaps one day you’ll find a scent.
My outer wounds seal as I push you away and jump back to my desolate ocean. I swim deeper into it, letting its ice anesthetize my skin and freeze my innards. I yelp, knowing that no answer shall ever come. I willingly give in and lay in its depth trying to gather the dispersed pieces of my lungs. I sleep. Sleep……
The ticking of the seconds is muted. No, not muted, it’s perished. Time is perished. And I run in the never ending shades of it. Take your immortality away, I don’t need it. Just give me my self back.
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Song 11: My Love-Celine Dion