I heard it in the ears, for years and years
But it always ended at the drum.
Just a word that vibrated through the air and happened upon me.
But only when you were gone for good
Did it travel to my blood.
Dead. Death. Die.
Oh how I used to cry.
At movies but no tears have flown for you.
They can’t.
Inside me is as still as your corpse
No movement except those words.
To Drum. To Blood. To Numb.
(C)Slumpless
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