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how you make me broken
shivering
inside my flesh in the crowd
my scars are open
withering
as the dark beats loud


would you not come
and save me from myself
or are you finally done
and I can make my way to hell


there's so much to learn
and breathe when there's no one
every empty space
waiting for someone

howling in the dark
searching through the scars

when emptiness is more
haunting than the silence
then there are no doors
only walls that are silent



I have died countless times
nameless hours
seething in the abyss
for a loveless heart
breathing the smoke
and nurturing dreams
nursing the scars
as the skin screams


wake me from this slumber
hold my hand and feed me to a cage
make me
a prisoner within my own mind
and remind me
what preaches the sage
about what's fair

finding clues
of skies and stars
near and far
inside of a heart
drinking
blueberry poison


inking red
across the corpses
dying arm in arms
in the coldness of dark
full of scars and worms
together and warm
once
Notes (optional)
our love was a war against the wrong time and the wrong place
our love was a war with what should have been and what never would be
our love was a war between what we believed and what we felt
our love was a war between saving others and destroying ourselves
our love left our bodies on the battlefield waiting for vultures to strip the bones and now I've got a thousand pieces of I love you stuck like shrapnel behind my ribs
Fog
Dreams are like smoke.
You try to grab hold,
but they dance around your fingers,
mockingly,
until they disappear completely.

Memories are like fog.
Sitting on the ground,
clouding your judgement,
making reality harder and harder too see.

Unless they are where they are supposed to be.
High above.
Such a beautiful sight in the sky floating around the sun.

Its only when they HAUNT that they fall toward the earth.
And engulf us.
We try to grab hold.
But the vapors in air slip through our hand leaving us empty,
wishing for them to come back

— The End —