It's the predators requiem.
The acquisition of extinction; the whale blocking my sun,
It's the moments in still frame
The movie beyond closed eyes
"My inspirational funeral."
And it's all inside the heart
Like clockwork it starts,
Like always I let it.
Drag, drip, and dull
Three words tied to every knot in my stomach
I pull at them in aggravation
But all that comes is exasperation
With each pull come years of memories
And like arrows they plunge their poisoned tips into my frail heart
With each pull the inhales and exhales become louder
Like a thunderous waterfall, and I begin to fall deeper into the sound.
With the last pull will come my heart
Broken, black, and half dead it will come
And it will come like a scared child.
Half hoping for the end,
Half hoping to see the whale move once again
And let the sun blind the eyes one last time.
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