Nothing
When nothing
really matters
nothing matters
anymore
And there
is no pain in having your huge claws
in my throat;
rotten flesh…
flow of
blood…
my remains.
The last
breath of air being held just for fun,
out of my curiosity
about how I could all that stand
I don’t
know
And I do
not know when it all began
When feelings
started to disappear
And I started
to crash
Small pieces
being left here and there, my breadcrumbs leading you nowhere
So, all along
It was just me and
I have left
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