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it marks my skin with its grip
to sleep is to succumb to whispers
taunting me
reverberating in my ears
the silence echoes in my thoughts
consumed by this beast
every pulse is a war:
my battle to stay above the line of suffocation
overwhelming the air i choke on
simple joys dwindle to ideas just beyond my imagination
unattainable
gasping to breathe again
i cough over the stresses i keep swallowing
pulling me down
waiting for me to drown
i can't swim
flailing, in hopes to reach shore
failing, in the midst of the mists that cloud my vision
flood my heart before i drown
before i drain my purpose from my veins
prevent the static pulse that will plummet when time pardons me