Tuesday, June 12, 2012


It sits in there
Listening to your heart beat.

It knows
What you know.
It feels
What you feel.
It hates
What you hate.

In time its presence
Becomes your solace.
The torture
Feeds your mind.
The pain
Comforts you.

It waits
Because it hears
Your secrets.
It keeps your thoughts.
It wants
What you want.

It becomes
A part of you.
You hold it.
You welcome it.
You long for it.
You ache for it.

It sits
Inside of you.
It ticks
Away the minutes.
Until at last
It can do nothing else
But explode within you.
And bring Death to
Your feet.

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