In sweetness it
comes
In strength it hums
With devotion it
smiles
A blessing in the
likeness
Soothing it proves
And daintily it
gloves
Safety you think
you have but from inside you start to die
With every breath
it squeezes life out of you
It convinces you
for more
And it, you end up
to adore
You can’t do
without
Then you cant have
enough
The breath is
consuming
Then you will want
to scream
Yet it spikes even
harder
And you lie down
flat with no pulse
Consumed by THE
PULSIVE DECAY
Nyonje
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