《The Poems of Light and Edge》The dead

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Heat running through my body,

Burning from the inside.

Devouring my bones,

Feeding on my skin.

It all feels the same.

That longing,

The want.

The want to live,

And not at the same time.

I should say sorry,

But what for?

I don't recall

Any wrong.

The heat continues to move up,

The need to be alive

Begins to evaporate.

Soon,

Like venom in a zombie,

The heat will take over.

I'm as good as dead.

~~~~~~~

I'm sorry. Im so out of schedule, and out of it _(._.)_

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