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Batchelor Apr 2020
Scrawl traces of your existence
Etch runes of power
Nibble the possessions meant to fade
Dig into flesh willing to bleed

Hear, the tales of eons past
Explain your purpose of existence
Lovingly caress as you are whittled away
Plead for more, til you lose where you end

And you begin.
Lift me up, and set me down gently.

13th of January 2018.
Batchelor Apr 2020
This doesn't feel right.

There's a tune that's loose in my mind.

I recognize what I feel it for.

Pain, and this recognition brings the rain.

I don't want to believe it.

But I have to.
Believe in nothing and no one and you'll find not even yourself.

13th of January 2018.
Batchelor Apr 2020
Between the both of us, was I trying to save you, or did you save the both of us?
And I'm bonded to you, and I wish you could do the same.

13th of January 2018.
Batchelor Apr 2020
Feel the warmth emanating from the fuzzy feeling in your chest, instead of the sensation of the thorny roses in your palm.
Dissociate from the reality of the situation.

13th of January 2018.
Batchelor Apr 2020
I am the slow crawl between madness and insanity.

I'm the soft tune that whistled past your ear, too soft to recall, yet sharp enough to catch your attention.


I am regret.
Walk a mile in theirs.

13th of January 2018.
Batchelor Apr 2020
As formless as we become
However we dress ourselves emotionally

What we seek lies between two doors
The black-draped curtains of yesterday


Or the dusty windows, coated with the frigid air of tomorrow.
Are you ready?

12th of January 2018.
Batchelor Apr 2020
These embers are dying out.

Let us seek new pyres to martyr ourselves on.
Hand over hand.

11th of January 2018.
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