Empty Chest
Death is how I see things.
The scream, I hear rings,
For nothing more or nothing less,
Nothing now but an empty chest
Fear, Scurry me
Fright, belittle me
With cold hands
And bleeding knees
Twisting my soul
Without ease
Hiding underneath
It's lifeless breath
Nothing now but an empty chest
Appearing like
Its all in your head
Appearing like….No one’s dead.
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