I.
Anxiety:
sands of a hourglass,
reach their stop.
as the last grain of hope,
falls into,
an onyx supernova.
Stress piles,
as breathing slows,
shackles make my muscles,
shake, bringing me to my,
knees.
II.
convulsion:
snake eyes stare,
Ripping in and stealing,
the very (\soul/) heart,
of me.
III.
Torment.
The feeling of the hurricane,
the implode of a fire,
scorching, my life blood.
IV.
Sculpture.
the carving of flesh,
just to check I'm still alive,
at least inside anyway.
Your an amazing guy, and I am so honored to know you the way I do. 
















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