Slowly,
as you draw your breath
from the world
that has only spun
in silence;
and you
deprived of that knowledge
that could have
that should have
set you free.
Slowly,
as you hold your breath
putting away all the pressure
pulling in all the pain;
just like the smooth gesture
across the uneven texture
of your wrist
of warm blood
and a strange sense of
freedom of the soul.
Slowly,
as you trap your thoughts
succesfully with the pain;
yet one single line remains
singing in your head
a sick depressing melody
a sudden point
of realisation
of how lacking in beauty all this is
and that you are only
slowly
dying.
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Submission Name: Ugly
