Vital Signs

Check my vital signs

Am I still here?

Wind can shake the

Tallest buildings

If their foundations

Aren’t up to the task

Yesterday I dreamt

Things were alright

We could go out

Without fearing

What would happen there

Where the monsters play

My pulse is fading

Stardust inside

Pulling itself

Towards the black

It wants to feel what

Nothingness tastes like

Withdraw my support

I have gone now

The machines lie

Their stats are wrong

Air dissipates in

What is left of me

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About Greg Moss

25 year old English and Media Graduate based in Manchester, UK. Contact me at: literatureandlethargy@gmail.com
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