Kyle Shield Laster Poems

Numbing the tiled white floor is upon further inspection.
I'm breaking a law by laying here.
He's breaking my jaw while laying here.
My will is gone. I'm still- Oh!
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No matter how hard he tries
To believe his lies,
He'll remain, always, alone;
Apart from friends, the Air, and self:
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Syphon, you, my bleeding.
Twist, you do, my senses.
Cry, I do, as yet again
You get past my defenses.
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...so badly that my heart aches with every breath,
with every thought,
with everything.
Nicotine....be my savior.
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Brooding deep inside my room:
Inside my heart, inside my mind.
Think I do of my past lives:
Of my past breaths; of my past kind.
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