Exposed Too Late
get every bit of you that flows in the oxygen I inhale
and have it dissipated from my lungs
keep me on life support....
insert the needle into my main vein
and extract all the blood that you bathe in
put the intravenous on ice...
have the reaper slowly sip my soul
take away every rhythm and sway i know
don’t swing the sickle just yet...
the plug has been pulled. . .
the bag has dropped. . .
and the harvester himself has swung. . .
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