20 Yrs, Old.

 

Time is catching me

I am fallen fighting -

 

To raise to breath,

My, Self.

 

I cannot vanquish the staying high,

Above,

 

All my energy is there I am told,

A parasite perhaps,

Or just a private room that escapes those who parole thee.

 

I am unaware,

For I cannot see the fever fattening aside –

 

All I know is the single and violent chastity that I bare,

Distinctly,

Fashioning my weakness foul and blind.

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