Every day I die a little more
More than the day before and the day before that
I can feel my muscles weaken
As these chains of time tighten
Around my arms
Closing in around me
They are closing in around me
Tighter and tighter
Constricting my breathing
My breathing is futile
I can feel my strength failing
The chains burning against my skin
As they tighten ever more
Blood snakes down from my hands
Falling to the ground like a sweet summer rain
Giving the earth its first taste
Of what will soon be my entirety
Deep within the soil
Twisting my fingers toward the sun
Shining against the pale mist that is this poor man's soul
My ears searing with pain
From a shrill violin playing across the way
By a man who's smile
Made my blood-drenched skin crawl
The chain's tighten to their limit
I let out my last whimper
As I fall and fall do I far from graceful
Just a heap of flesh and bone
As the mist gathers together
As a pale reflection of myself
A man who once lived.
 
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