My heart,
has lost its rhythm,
no longer showing,
slightest pulse.
How could it,
continue,
when there is no life?
My body,
cold and barren,
desires refuge in the grave.
My voice sings,
a last dirge, to
the mortician.
Casting out,
my last goodbyes.
My soul
dies,
leaving tear stains,
upon my shroud.
Your monotone words,
carved deeply
into my coffin,
echoes,
through eternity,
"I don't love you
anymore."
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The content of this is overpowering! I agree with Vikki--painfully beautiful.
An excellent representation of your potential.