The vindictive pressure courses to keep me alive. 
I have bought in and I'm sure your trail runs long.
You're the book I've opened in his cataclysmic haze, too late put down and too soon to judge.

I wonder if all I read is of your orchestration.
You have the credentials to pull it off so I don't judge any of this.

As for the love that weeps through season's paths, I've already prepared the vows and the eulogy as if I'm not coming back.

Love leaks out the same way anger does.
In bursts,
User unaware to recognize,
Heated until those breathes become gasps,
Increasing in intervals,
Toes curling, 
Until that release comes and puts you to sleep.

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