Preston Richard Kreutzberg

  Patience eats at my soul

   Resonating ever more

  Engulfing my being

 Sleep restlessly seeing.

  Ticking tocking of the clock

   On my heart, radiate not

  Nevermore dream of me.

 Nevermore be.

  Rub my head raw with thought

   Insnare my last conscious draught

  Charm my breath from my lungs

 Hear my wails of pain like drums.

Air my terror and unbearable love

 Round down the dove from above.

  Dream of me, my lover not of me.

 Nevermore me.

 Kick my feelings to the ground.

  Run me through, take me down.

   End my helpless beginning and end.

  Utilize my body, my ex beloved friend.

 Take me apart, piece by piece.

Zombify my resistance complete.

 Break my bones and my feet.

  End my struggle, my defeat.

   Run me through, take me down.

  Glad to have known your beautiful sound.

  Nevermore yours

    Nevermore yours.

 Preston Richard Kreutzberg.

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