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Hold me carelessly to you

and watch me slip away.

It’s too late, time surpassed us.

I’ve faded into grey.



My habit has seeped into

the darkness I consider life.

I grasp limply at the concept.

I’ve bled forth unto your knife.



I can’t describe the senses

that contradict my heart.

I don’t even try at all,

as I slowly break apart.



I hold back all emotion,

let it fester deep inside.

I’m jaded on the surface.

No one knows how much I’ve cried.



My tears are cherished moisture,

diminished in desert sands.

The time within the hourglass

has filtered through my hands.



The time here has grown on me;

the fleeting beauty of this place.

Still I feel as though I’m trapped within

this untouched, polished case.



The nothing I’ve melted into

resides only in my mind.

Trust is what can save me

and it’s trust that I can’t find.



So for the things I should have done

and the words I should have said,

I’ll take solace in the simple fact

you’ll only know me when I’m dead.