Explicit Words: None of Which I normally Say

You are life.
You are the breath inside of me.
The blood that flows in perfect symphony.
You are the cries that ring in my ears.

You are the (word I mustn't say) that made this all real.

The tangled fucked up mess in my stomach, set not on ease.
A timer slowly ticking time away,
an explosion forcing itself deep in its surface.

The oosing pus & muck cramming itself down my throat;
deep, twisted organs lost in accordance of where they're suppose to go.

The screams I can hear from across this damned valley.
An urge to save you from drowning in your ocean of pain,
yet too afraid to say those words.