Changing Song

That changing song, the worried mind.

The unsteady being,

The erratic beathing,

That hurtful beating.

That changing core,

Throbbing mind.

All with this changing song being sung.

The tearing of my heart,

But sad, for that lack of bleeding.

That ripping feeling.

The pain without that end.

I don’t want much.

Won’t ask too much.

Give me this.

This change of song.

This silent end.

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