I feel the icy finger of pain drag at my ankle
I feel the hands of timeless thirst push me down
I feel the lungs of air take away by breathe
And I feel the life in my veins slowly ebb
As a beast of a sorrow did tear at my chest
I feel the claws of sorrow beneath me hackle
I feel the rakes that naught could ease nor douse
I feel the eyes of craving hunt close and stretch
And I feel the air around me for a trace of a scent
As a beast of a yearning in tears for now did rest
I feel the fondling of recollection claws at angles
I feel the touch of time trace the past in doubt
I feel the voice of need sing her ode like a wreath
And yet a reason pales from me and hence can't address
As a beast of helplessness in a trap thence I call her again
I feel the voice of me reach her in slow sure sprinkles
I feel my hand reach with need for her and frown
I feel the lungs in me weaken for her before death
And I feel the life in me diminish as she forever left
As a beast of my affection fell drowned in its tears wept
Downing Man!!
Powerful!
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