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Slow Burn
Everything is temporary

Don't say it's the contrary

A fleeting memory

The sand burns brown as the dust surrounded my head

When I finally gained back my vision I saw that we were dead

But yet you haunt me

You love to taunt me

You appear in every dream

I stand here in the crowd as the world whirls by me in circles

Not a one hears me scream

It's beating me to a pulp

I can't even swallow, I can't breathe

All I can see is you got her on your sleeve

Was it real or was it fake

Was my pride fun to take

Was it an effort

Was it even worth it to make

Cause now my heart's at stake

My breathing stops, it slows

I'm barely hanging on with each shattering blow

Hope it was an entertaining show.


© LaurenTarabori