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 Apr 2020
Batchelor
I'm my own long road to ruin.
Long road to ruin, long road to heaven.

17th of January 2018.
 Apr 2020
Batchelor
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.
 Apr 2020
Batchelor
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.
 Apr 2020
Batchelor
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.
 Apr 2020
Batchelor
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.
 Apr 2020
Batchelor
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.
 Apr 2020
Batchelor
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.
 Apr 2020
Batchelor
These embers are dying out.

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

11th of January 2018.
 Apr 2020
Batchelor
This house is on fire, along with all these bridges connecting to it.

Let's rest here for a little, and watch the skies gain new streaks.
I'm happy here, with you, even if you're not.

11th of January 2018.
 Apr 2020
Batchelor
Her scent brings me home.

When our lips brush against each other,
It is with the brilliance of a thousand fireflies.

But when they part, they do so with the reluctance of too many farewells on train carriages.
Part those lips for one more dance.

9th of January 2018.
 Apr 2020
Batchelor
I have long lost where you end
I have given up on my beginning

These red strings became rope, digging into our being.
Bound as one, to the Hereafter.

From cosmic dust,
To cosmic ash.

I will see you, again.
And I'll keep coming.

9th of January 2018.
 Apr 2020
Batchelor
Dance with me till the suffering ends
Kiss me, tell me everything will be alright.

It's time for my soul to be disarmed.
Make me give up the fight.

9th of January 2018.
 Apr 2020
Batchelor
The shadows I used to love in
Saturated with noises

The bottoms of heated sands I kept seeing
Showed me the right way for once

I'm hooked, of being a man.
I'm booked, off being in love.
For a bad time, call me.

6th of January 2018.
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