Dead and Wanting
Dead is the world that used to be warm around me.
Wanting is the world to lay me to rest.
Dead is the love I had both then and now.
Wanting is the memory of the love to die.
Dead is the trust I once fooled myself to believe.
Wanting is every sound around me to stop reminding me.
Dead is the heart that was beating in my chest.
Wanting is the hole that is left oozing blood to the ground.
Dead is the life I once had, dreaming and believing.
Wanting is the pain I have to be gone and the cold dark night to consume.
Dead is what I have in my chest gasping for the siphoned air.
Wanting is the pain to subside only by a touch so few have.
Dead is what I am without the life I know in my heart.
Wanting is the agony and hurt to stop as I slip from this world.
Dead is what I am.
Wanting what I no longer have.
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