Ripping - Poem by benjamin yelton
can you feel my blood pumping its love for you through my viens, burning with guilt bringing me to a level of pain I did not know was possible a pain that burns more and more every day. Its like a pioson in me I can not get rid of it or slow it down. slowly it has consumed me all i think about is your face your love our memories getting farther and farther away, I try to grab but they only mock me coming in to waking visions of terror. I always feared that this day would come when it came it was a horror that my mind cannot grasp. I look on the world now with dead eyes seeing how empty this place has become its an emptiness that only you can fill. I can't imagine living another day with out seeing your face hearing your voice in my ear.
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