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I don’t usually write poetry, but I was feelin that tonight

The loudest whisper I’ve ever heard
In my ear asking
“do you want to know exactly what I’m made of?”
We all drink poison like it’s the freshest water.
We all die slowly
Calling it life,
I won’t be the last to jump head first into the fire.

The flame shrinks,
Voices fade.
I don’t think I want to know the answer,
But I long to hear the whisper again,
although I’m afraid.

Oh how I now long for the poison
Oh how I now long for the fire
Until I long no more.

Kyle Krtausch - Softest Scream (poem)

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