Killing Me

It's killing me.
From the inside out.
Intimate, these moments
of destruction.
Seeding all my cells
with need for more.
Gasping, out of breathe.
And yet you keep it moving on.
Shades drawn down.
The prophecy come true.
And you know that this
is killing me for real.
From the inside out.
Such is the end
of days of loving you...

? Michaelette ?

12/24/2004
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Take me home . . .