My inclination has been self annihilation
A voracious appetite of my senses
always searching
for the ultimate self serving agenda
I've done a good job
The comatose blanket covers me well
My sense of self has been smothered
My sense of colour has been dulled to gray
I've bullied myself in to an uneasy suppression
My heart still pounds though- waiting....waiting
waiting for me to take a breath.
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