i feel the air in my lungs
i feel it coil down my body
till its life is done
through the veins, till bloody
the beat embellishes me
a rythem from my dead heart
but with every single beat
i know soon ill die
but youll make it start
i feel the slight convulsion
from the red robbed vein
in tune with the expulsion
of all my insightful pain
everytime i ever layed
on your bare, hard chest
everynight my mechanical heart strayed
only to your beating breast
the soft breath
you set upon my neck
and i felt your heart beat
from your hard chest
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