Pause

I don't know what I believe.
So, since there's no need for me to be, I might just leave.
Get that?
Thinly veiled wordplay and cliches.
Take it off!
Allow me to feel your warm, naked body upon mine.
Remind me what's real.
But... This is just imagery...
I'm not speaking from memory, am I?
Is this simply desire, or something similar?
Similes... No smiling.
Unless the situation calls for it.
Telephones inside my skin.
And, then...

Then, what?
What happens next?
Quick, skip ahead,
I need to know.
Fast forward,
This silence is killing me.
It's killing me.
I'm dying.
I'm dying.
I'm...
dying.