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Pacing

Back and forth

A child whispers in your voice

Sending a shiver down your spine

Bared feet and exposed organs

The sound of broken glass between your toes

Is to melodic for such a dark line.

Nothing seems real anymore

Not the nails in your back

Nor the hammer in his hand

You wouldn’t know if you’d want to live.

Though the blood still does flow

And you must certainly know

That death is much farther than beyond your chambers door.

I know you can see your breath

I watched your eyes take it in

As you drew your dirty palms to your face

Your flesh and bone this coldness cannot erase.

Your blood crusts over your wounds to display your sin

Your soulless and untouched by the warmth of fire.

You are the same in life as you are in death.