Array ( [sid] => 173967 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Resuscitation [time] => 2012-10-07 01:49:45 [hometext] => If you read, please comment [bodytext] => I revisit our loves grave and pick the flowers at the tomb
Open sore, closed wound
I can’t tell the difference anymore
I play a game
My lungs ache, they yearn for mercy
Breath in, breath out
“Come back to life”
My heart beats in support of my lungs plea
I knock at the door of death
My hands bleed
I’ve betrayed myself once more
No answer
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Resuscitation
Date: Sunday, 7th October 2012 @ 01:49:45 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: cathartic
I revisit our loves grave and pick the flowers at the tomb
Open sore, closed wound
I can’t tell the difference anymore
I play a game
My lungs ache, they yearn for mercy
Breath in, breath out
“Come back to life”
My heart beats in support of my lungs plea
I knock at the door of death
My hands bleed
I’ve betrayed myself once more
No answer


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