Oh so many scars.
You would think.
I am devoid of flesh.
You can see my heart.
Itbeatsstill.
For even in death.
I am marked a failure.
Never to be accomplished.
You can see my lungs.
Air escapes with sorrow's tune.
Only so my lungs inflate again.
Never to be accomplished.
You bare witness to my blood.
Running south, crimson paint.
My body, the canvas. A portrait.
Never to be accomplished.
You can hear my screams.
That fall on fading ears.
You wouldn't listen to a body.
Never to be accomplished.
So i swing here motionless.
World so surreal and pure.
I almost wished this rope would break...
Never to be accomplished.
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