If not for asphyxia I would have
Lived long enough to watch
My heart bleed dry...
Dry...
Drained...
Dead...
These words reverberate like drones
Buzzing on an open graveyard
Circling pass my funeral
In bitter shock and awe
I watch from the sky
As no one mourns this passing
I'm dry.
I’m drained.
Maybe I’m better of dead
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