Breathe No More

With what words could I hope to possibly define
The dizzying array of thoughts and hope I get
And the queasy vomit that your eyes do beget?
Oh what sweet and piteous woe to call you mine.
What awful noxious fumes arise from words refined.
Stopping Earth upon its axis to not end yet
The fluttering of my heart drenched in blood and sweat.
Salted feelings mixed within generating brine.
There are two ways to solve it; neither one ideal.
The first one would mean that I simply turn around,
The second more attuned to violence and gore.
Though not so helpful, thoughts of bringing skin to steel,
Invade my brain with constancy to fill the ground.
At the end of it, one of us will breathe no more.

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