131. It's little things that only I know, those are the things that make you mine.

1:34am.

I'm on my knees, lookng for the answer.

Is your heart pounding in your knees?

Shaking in your chest?

Cause I'm all out of beat.

1:36am.

The cold is getting to me, getting under my skin.

An itch, I can't ever seem to scratch.

No, the duvets dont work anymore.

Nothing seems to work.

1:39am.
My signs are vital, everything's failing.
A drop of everything, and anything from the sky.
Exploding, bright brilliant sparks.
Blurring my eyes.

1:40am.
It's stinging, a sensation I dont realize.
My eyes dont seem to close, dont cry, nor weep.
Can you hear my hushed sobs?
The gentle shudders of my breaths.

1:42am.
A last moments of silence.
Footsteps, shuffling, sweeping the ground lightly.
Fear instilled, any sound and it breaks the tension.
I'm weak and tired, fatigue taking a toll.
My mind weary of non existant thoughts.

1:50am
Just a while before everything turns dark.
Before the lights in my head go off.
Are you thinking my thoughts, and I yours?
I'll see you in my dreams.
And you'll see me in yours too.

1:52am
Silence.