• my whole chest feels a sinking pressure,
    the ribs seem to be barely resisting the need to let go of one another
    my heart beats harder as though the blood was think powder
    the only thought that clings to my mind as it fades away this time
    It is better to have meet and lived then to have never meet,
    but the pain, this heavy pain, felt on every coming and going
    makes me wish the latter was truer
    but to have such a thought being true makes this that I feel far worse
    to the point of reaction without knowing a name to call this cause.
    did I do what I fear most of myself?
    do I dare to look this "cause" in the face?
    do I dare to name it as it is, as...
    no I will say it with pride not as a coward
    no longer will it be me but I will have it conquered
    placing as a part of me
    SO COME AT ME WITH ALL YOU HAVE
    YOU BEAST CALLED
    "LOVE"