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Author: AchtungBabyAchtung Sometimes I think death is worth it to make life that little bit sharper
Rated: Fiction K - English - Words: 108 - Reviews: 3 - Published: 07-12-06 - id: 2209912
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You run on
A heartbeat is stronger under duress
(Or is it just louder?)
throb.throb.throb.
It beats so hard that
It rocks me gently
Like a lullaby
But I'm not tired this time
A heartbeat is all we are
(Because it craves attention)
It pushes out cranial, respiratory,
Nervous, immune, skeletal
(Am I scaring you now, sweetheart?)
Mind spirals from my control
Concentrate on breathing
A heartbeat keeps me from escaping
An in-body-experience
Compulsion to breathe to full capacity
Keeps me ticking over
(My heart is perfectly healthy)
Another breath
Slow and measured and excruciating
Control is all I wanted
I'm fine.
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