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Everyone is so concerned.
about death.
and who died
And who was the closest to
the deceased persons
But don't bother to call me
for I was not close to them

At night, we cry;
longing for the ones.
the living,
ending our lives;
Didn't prove an escape
No longer
Can we take our,
Pills
and bury the pain;
But don't bother to call me,
for I will not pick up

Do the laundry!
Twenty-eight loads;
But don't fold it...
or give it away...
For they may be Keepsakes;
And don't bother to call me.
For I will be folding laundry.
The screen flickers on, a hum in the dark,
A smiling face,
too wide,
too stark....
A voice like syrup,
thick and slow,
Says things no one should ever know.

“Tune in now, don't look away,”
The tape still runs,
Though it’s a lightless day.
Eyes in shadow, stretch and leer...
Their shapes grow clearer the longer you peer.

The timestamp’s wrong.
It's 4:03.
But you swore just now it said...
3:33?
Your door creaks softly, but no one's there
Just static breathing, thick as air.

The face returns.
It knows your name.
It says it loud.
It plays a game.
“If you're alone, please raise your hand.”
Your body moves,
But not by plan.

Each frame skips forward, past your eyes,
Your living room,
Then the forest,
the skies.
A glimpse of you upon the screen...
A frozen grin...
A silent scream.

The screen goes black...
A final tone.
But now you’re sure…
You’re not alone.
Anolouge Horror..?
"Breathe it in."

They tell me to;

"The rush will feel like something new."

The smoke in the car is thick...
Just like Due.

"You'll like the rush, don't make me tell you to."

I hold my nose, fast and so tight,
It leaves fingerprints,
That last threw the night.

"The high is powerful, like a king's might."

The blunt ends up in my hands,

"Take one whiff. I KNOW you can."

I lift the blunt to my lips,
But before I take that whiff,
My heart just skips,
I pass off the blunt
to another person,
Their eyes bloodshot, and their judgment worsened.

"What a coward."
A snide remark.

And my heart gets slowly torn apart.
I smile widely;
The perfect painted face.
A masterpiece in lies and my empty...
Grace.
They cheer my name with hollow...
Sometimes echoing cries.
But none ever look behind my eyes;

I dance on strings...
Most cannot see.
A marionette of
praise!
And mockery...
Their love is loud;
So loud it drowns out the truth.
That I am rotting...
In this gilded youth.

Each compliment;
A blade in silk disguise.
They worship masks!
And never ask me "why?"
I laugh the way they taught me to;
on cue,
A polished joy that's never really...
true.

The crowd adores!
The lights are always on.
But no one sees the parts of me that are so...
long gone.
I am happy—yes!
It’s what they need from me;
But love this loud can be a cage... You see?

So clap again!
pretend I shine so bright!
While I dissolve beneath...
The neon lights.
I am happy...
Because they all believe—
And that's the lie I’ll never let them grieve.
Dissolving Flesh
And
Melting
Bone

How I wish we could lie together...
Alone?

No not...
Alone
For I am with you and you are with me.
For together lying her...
We could be...
Free?
No, not free,
For we are still with flesh.

So dissolve the flesh
And melt the bone
For we could be together
Only as ghosts.
We used to speak in whispers,
our tones soft and low;
Trading pieces of ourselves we'd never show.
Laughter!
Echoing in rooms we made,
Now silence lives where trust had swayed.

You held my heart like letters...
Never sent;
Unread confessions, each one we...
meant.
The corners of your smile;
Now, just a map to places love has died.

We both carry tales we never told aloud,
Our deepest truths;
Unwrapped and unallowed.
Yet here we stand...
As if we never met,
Two ghosts in skin, pretending to forget.

No battle, no goodbye, just fading light.
A quiet vanishing into the...
night.
But still, it haunts, the sharpest kind of theft:
You're just a stranger…
With all of me, you left.

— The End —