Death becomes Life in the cycle of the world
yet when I see you I feel the continuation of them both
the life burns through my veins, awakining a yearning, a need for you
then death cools me, freezing my heart, laying my soul to rest.
I avoid you, never to cross you, scared and yet want to kiss you to sait this hunger. Its like a beast tearing and clawing to emerge....inhale....exhale...breath.... I kill that need....and in the end kill myself.....
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