

You Wrong, I WriteThe pitter-patter, the beats of my heart. The tick-tock, the minute hand of the clock. Time is continuing and I can't make it stop. I was poisoned through my wounds, and the assailant is now gone. Potent is trust when in the hands of another- betrayed and left for dead, torn asunder. I can feel the venom shoot through my body no one hears my cries; the timing's shoddy. I will my heart to just stop beating. I ask for something to stop my breathing. My hands, though used, can't stop this bleeding. The agony paralyzes any sense of reasoning. And all I see in my momentYou Wrong, I Write


BecauseI lay at night thinking, because in your absence I do not sleep. I think of you on many occasion, and occasionally this makes me weep. I do not care much for waiting, but for you I would give my life. Because the only thing I want now is to be by your side.Because
I once had irrational fears, about death and the sort. Yet now my only fear is dreaming, nothing more. They are always about us, and deceivingly cruel. Because when I wake, I wake to not find you.


The End of YouYou thought the cold was bad before and you are aware of the pain of loss. Now you are drowning in your problems and very soon to be forgot.The End of You
When you break the surface of troubled waters to breathe your last cold breath, I will be sitting on the bank to watch you sink and at last my soul will rest.
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