{"sf1_id":951025,"sf2_id":"Oe5VGWPm","title":"Before I Decay","author":"Trace182","words":108,"posted_at":"2016-01-03T10:39:00.000Z","tags":["Poem","Poetry","trace"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/951025-before-i-decay","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/Oe5VGWPm","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/05/be/05bea016-d19b-4caf-bd1e-b4ee89bdb3ad","description":"","content":"All night, until the cold break of dawn,\n\nI imagine the window is a picture frame\n\nI stare out at the moon,\n\nLonging to escape into the starry sky\n\nThis feeling, tearing at me,\n\nI can't put it into words,\n\nSo I cut into my own arm\n\nEvery time I bleed, there lies the reason to live,\n\nAnd I discover words so bright and vivid\n\nThe path we walked together is no more,\n\nBut even so, I still walked with you,\n\nI wonder if I'll ever be able to meet you\n\nBefore I decay,\n\nPlease grant me my small wish,\n\nLove me to the marrow of my bones\n\n  \n  \n\n"}