There's a little thing
A twinge of a thought
A loss of breath
Right before the end
Like a silent death inside you
A metaphysical conceit
That will never be known
There's a sight
A glazing of the eyeballs
The truth may be seen again
One last time
A twitch comes along
Right in your hand
A spasm
Just to make you think you're still alive
I'm caught up in this
When its you I see
It gets viral
And takes over
A deep voice
Choking my words
To keep them inside
Let this passion out
Move it past a thought
Release it
The foul voice continues
It rips the flesh
And makes these vains rich with-
You in my eyes and I'm fighting to say it
The eyes come unglued
The throat constricts and lets out a drip of sound
The twitch comes-
I play over it and move towards you
Let the virus come
I'll take it
I would take it all to make it real
No more will I let this take me over
I will best this tempest
Let the storm come
Its nothing close to how these emotions may breed
I won't let it stop
Its mine
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