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they're staying up all night
ripping their skin away under
fluorescents
trying to
make their
words more
jagged
they're staying up all night
ripping their skin away under
fluorescents
trying to
make their
words more
jagged
a song shouts
as I run atop the tip of death,
in all its paltry fiction.
reality spins itself into one bright dream
alone, underneath infinite hope.

rain never reaches
the warmth in the windows
and darkness can't touch this dancing soul
yet
i'm baaaaaccckkk
within a day, we'd forced the world to stop.
within a week, we'd broken what it meant to suffer.
in two months, we'd traveled eternity.
within a year
we'd left the gods.

but no matter how much we tried,
no matter how much time we burned to ash,
we could never destroy
inevitability.
remember that this will be over before a second hits the ground. remember that suffering is an ephemeral little thing. a little wren of ash. already broken before it even hatches. it will pass. like another storm. another falling tear.
the only way i know how to touch the sky
is through the ribs of the dead.
o  u  r  h  a  b
i   t  o  f   b  o
x  i  n  g  t  h
i  n g  s  w  i
l  l  o  n  l   y
    e t  t  h  e  m    

broken.
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