Burn

Traumatised and anaesthetised, I feel

numb.

I know you still exist somewhere

buried.

I gaze at the most profound paintings

listen to the most seductive symphonies and I feel

nothing.

 

The only time I feel:

visualising a razor-blade tearing apart my jugular gracing me with peace.

 

How I burn

to rest

in peace.

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