Still working on a morbid poem..

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:: bound :: standing on the edge, looking down teeter, totter, nerves falling apart black, bottomless pit, growing vast swirling in, twirling out, spinning mind raw searing energy, dark and brooding gravity pulls, chains on my soul, tight grinding, binding, heart beating hard with eyes closed and clenched fists the ache is getting too much, naked deep in the shadows, bound by this life burning on the edge, struggling to stand tired, worn, legs buckling, kneeling down the beat of the heart, blood in the veins pumping loud, pumping anger, lungs on fire breathing in, breathing out, ready to scream bound by this life, malignant and cursed pushed by force, spinning and tossing (cont.)