The wind is wailing deep within my chest.
It burns with such destructive fortitude,
Creating a black void of nothingness,
That I fear shall escape and soon consume
All that I hold dear.
Piercing tears strike like bees upon my breast,
Wrecking havoc beneath the porcelain face.
Rippling cracks of glass reveal the silent mess,
That lies inside, desperate to escape
And devour me.
Its teeth clench down upon my bitter heart,
Ripping it from my corporeal form,
Soon, it will viciously tear me apart,
As lightning splits clouds in a depraved storm,
I shall be no more.
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