The Full For Thy Truth Of Meaning

The time is slowly
running out.
And my patience are
running thin.
My heart is beating
so fast.
So fast that I
can't even breath.
The days seem to
rust away.
And the seasons are
in and out.
My body is starting
to peel.
And my skin starts
to blow away.
All that I knew
is lost.
All that I loved
is gone.
All that of me is
tearing.
Tearing somewhat
back into the dust.
The dust of which
I of was.
And soon all of
me is of lost.
Lost of the pages
that returns to dust.





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