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[a breath]

your cold pale fingers drag across the page
they stop, slowly caressing the spine
ink floods from your fingertips
poisoning each page with words
each sentence a fate of a helpless child
their blood dripping out from under the covers
to show what you've done

you think i'm sane but you know i'm not
i'm hollowed and severed to the core
my heart has no one to love
and my soul has nothing to live for
everyday i am haunted
memories of the past become nightmares
the fog on the window as i breathe

it clouds my sight so i wipe it away
then i breathe again

once again your fingers cross the pages
ready to end an innocent life
i smash your face into the window
and your ink drips down its page

and i breathe again.

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