T H R O E S
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Hollow is my heart

For I have died too many deaths

Killed by these unforgiving

throes

Of an unkind nature

Tattered skin

Cover my shrivelled bones

Not only

But my heart be in bloodied ashes

I lie dead still

Listening to the sweet sound

Of your last goodbye

O' brilliant throes

You have concurred

What was left of me

I shall be seen nor heard

No more