The Life and Times

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My feelings for you are dying. They have been poisoned, they will die a rotten death A slow, unclean death. I know this because they bloom now I feel them at their peak Life always starts to dwindle at its peak. When I think of you, when I close my eyes and breathe you in, Warmth spreads across my chest I catch myself smile, I fell my cheeks heat up Then I remember to poison them once more It is my own little timer The more you come up, the more I kill them Better to kill them now before they kill me first I know they wouldn’t spare me I know they’d swallow me whole Nights would be spent thinking of your voice They would devour me Days would be spent dreaming of you They’d rip me apart I would love you Total annihilation Better to kill them before they kill me.