I am an empty thing
hollowed out by time
devoid of your love
I am pulling you out by the roots
grabbing fistfuls of memories
burning away the dead flesh
cauterizing my broken skin
I will exterminate the spiders
making webs of all that you said
I will not be convinced again
not even by the phantom of you
that stayed when you left
Jul 28, 2014
Jul 28, 2014 at 5:52 AM UTC
I am an empty thing
hollowed out by time
devoid of your love
I am pulling you out by the roots
grabbing fistfuls of memories
burning away the dead flesh
cauterizing my broken skin
I will exterminate the spiders
making webs of all that you said
I will not be convinced again
not even by the phantom of you
that stayed when you left
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