20: Puncture
Puncture a hole through me
With the sharpest knives
And about the pain don't worry
There will be more fulfilling lives
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Rip my skin off leaving but a slowly
Beating heart,
Pardon the hardening of my teeth
As they grow numb and hard
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My heart slithers in my chest
It pulses with worry and something
I cannot know, nor name
I see shadows floating above me
It drives me insane
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Metallic, bitter tastes replace sweet,
A buzz in the skull causes me to weep
Shivers and beats, become a somber
Set of melodies
Is it death?
If it is I am ready.
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