Still Life

The urge to take this emotional pain,
And transform it into something real,
Something physical, is strong.
To run until the lungs might burst,
Or cut and watch it bleed.
To go that one step further though,
Is never out of reach.
But you won’t bring me to that point,
It’s not that bad I swear.
I know myself too well you see,
There’s too much life left in me yet.

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