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How many times

Can the written word be scribbled down

Before it sounds like a moaning bitch!

How many fights can be repeated

Till the repetition becomes that of normalcy?

Barely able to stand up any more

Stuck on broken knee caps

Eyes dull like the beaten drum

Fire down to a dwindle

The spirit of a god within beaten to that of a crying child

Fingers numb upon the flesh

The glittering teeth within a smile cold like death

The taste of copper in the mouth

Thoughts of broken glass

All of these things

Make an unending dull thrum of pain in the heart

Mine eyes have become that of lies

My heart titters on the edge of ruin

My mind stretched so thin a breath can break it

My own flesh that of cold shivers

The fire within those eyes of ashes and ocean

Have become an empty pool of nothing



Matthew William