Rub my back and head goodnight,
listen to my absent voice.
My heart slits any light I'd seen,
and this feeling; it's a void.
A soft grasp for unopened hope,
we cannot cope in pillaged bliss.
I'm melting in acid down to bone,
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if nothing's left; I may not be missed.
I can't lie still, I can't rest,
my eyes are timid, and my fears unsaid.
I'm an inconvenience-