I can promise to yell till lungs collapse,

throat nothing more than a rasp –

Terrified heart will return the wrong pathway,

let in the dark creeping about peripheral view impose scenes to grey;

Fighting with bloody hands to keep curses at bay,

hoping wailing strength can push this time's battle away –

Don't want to surrender to an over-due relapse,

conscious enfolding for refreshing break within choking gaps;

Storm stampedes over hills rolling,

Time spews seriously disturbed condoling –

Have suspicion my identities' been mistaken,

what's been mine is ready for the taken,

stellar cries left damp upon ground naked –

Perhaps, what thy should leave behind....

Stay to become another's gulped cyanide.

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