#33 Shed

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Drill a hole,
Mark it as your territory,
You've a place,
Right in my heart.
Out of demented initiative,
I welcome you,
To the warm crevice,
I dug out myself,
Presenting it to you,
Pleading you to stay,
Never to loosen the grip,
Between our calloused hands,
Scars from the battles we've fought,
Together.
United,
Are you going to throw that away,
Right now at this crucial moment?
I am most vulnerable,
In need of your unwavering support.
Will this all be thrown,
Into the abyss of the past,
Where I can only look back,
And realise how wrong,
How badly,
I've managed to make things,
Go so terribly wrong.
Shame plucks at my conscience,
My head too heavy to lift,
No longer possessing the energy,
I used to bubble with.
The dark bags,
Staying up for hours on end,
Reanalysing, accessing yet again,
The derailment of our relationship,
Of what used to be us,
Instead of you and I.
Tens of words,
Float into my mind,
None matches,
The rawness of the wound,
The stinging sensation.
Words abused,
Taken for granted.
Now the silence amplifies,
To a magnitude impossble,
To describe, it's
So hard,
Crushing weights rain down on me,
Awaiting me demise.
Your decisions after all,
It's my fault in the end.
Dropping dead,
Will a smile play on your lips,
Grinning from ear to ear,
Your sick desire,
I understand,
Tolerate completely I,
Accept what awaits.

You eat at me,
You're lack of presence,
Knowing how to decay, the
Parts of my body, which are most
Fragile and brittle,
Shatter.
Just like old times,
Before I knew you,
Knock me out, and drown
Me with darkness,
This time,
Eternally.
Never waking up,
From this torturous slumber,
Your laughter,
Still music to my ears,
As my head hits the stone cold floor,
Hard cement upon bone,
Sickening cracks,
Also music to me ears.
Smiling at you,
Through the blood pool,
Beneath my wrecked body.

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