Indeed I may have left 
 The pinpricks are yet to heal.
 My aches yet to subside,
 My tears yet to dry
 My hiccups yet to cease.

 May I suffocate and take my last breath?
Perhaps!
 Then shall I cleave to the darkness that riddles my soul?
 Succumbing to its chills.

 Ice upon my cheeks
 Warmth upon my crown 
Dare I dream to awake?
Its arm cuddling safe
Goals into the net - game

 The best I shall enclave
 Enamored of his deep hugs
Summon my refute to lay possum.
The dangers in my pockets
Holey in its khaki envelope

My bruises to the eye of emotions
I live - surviving in the parody
The parallelism of what I was taught
My pillows - the hard cold stone.

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