* cease *
A thousand deaths a minute
Every cell in me ceases
To exist in life or love
Endings so violently complete
Every part of me recoils
Entire being on suicide watch
World cheapens to purely pain
Colour leached from paradise
Numbness of grey constant pain
Such are loving endings
When loving joy does end
A claustrophobia of stillness
Heartbeat is to loud
A clamour torturing
Life without meaning
Voice without sound
No escaping finality
Of who we were and are.
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