rissy stories

Watching my heart go up in flames.

Beating bright red burning to black ash,

The product of indefinite maims.

Then swept away and thrown in the trash.

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Watching my soul run away from permanent winter,

Missing my heart that kept it snug and warm.

Flying away in the freezing weather,

Forever lost in a snowy storm.

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Watching my body wander around aimlessly,

Feeling cold, lost, and hollow.

Always searching for the dearly departed identity,

Hoping that it will become whole once again tomorrow.

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For these are the things that I fear the most,

But I’ll make sure I never become that ghost.