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The Ruins of Me
Naked,
I feel naked.
Bare skinned.
Nothing,
Nothing but the scars on my back.
The burns on my face.
Lost,
I feel lost.
Darkness,
Darkness surrounds my mind.
The blankness of the sky.
Pain,
I still feel the pain.
Always,
Always I move and they pull.
The fire leaves a pain forever growing.
Gone,
They are gone.
Dead,
Why am I not dead?
Why can’t you let me sleep?
Tears,
I can feel the tears.
They burn,
Burn my face.
Almost as fierce as the flames.
Screams.
I can still hear their screams.
Loud,
They are so loud.
They screamed as they died.
Alone.
I am so alone.
Empty,
Empty is the chair beside the bed.
Empty is the room which in I breath.
Finally,
I can see them.
There,
There they are.
Smiles on their faces.
Waiting,
They have been waiting.
Here,
I am here.
Now I can breath.
Now,
Now I can sleep.
I feel naked.
Bare skinned.
Nothing,
Nothing but the scars on my back.
The burns on my face.
Lost,
I feel lost.
Darkness,
Darkness surrounds my mind.
The blankness of the sky.
Pain,
I still feel the pain.
Always,
Always I move and they pull.
The fire leaves a pain forever growing.
Gone,
They are gone.
Dead,
Why am I not dead?
Why can’t you let me sleep?
Tears,
I can feel the tears.
They burn,
Burn my face.
Almost as fierce as the flames.
Screams.
I can still hear their screams.
Loud,
They are so loud.
They screamed as they died.
Alone.
I am so alone.
Empty,
Empty is the chair beside the bed.
Empty is the room which in I breath.
Finally,
I can see them.
There,
There they are.
Smiles on their faces.
Waiting,
They have been waiting.
Here,
I am here.
Now I can breath.
Now,
Now I can sleep.
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