come closer.
I won’t waste breath on lullabies.
I’ve gnawed the years,
spat blood and marrow.
If you want the taste,
the true taste,
take it alone.
Drink alone.
Stagger the road alone.
Laugh till your ribs split—alone.
Howl till your lungs tear—alone.
And when sin claws your door,
let it in,
alone.
Alone is the blade.
Alone is the wound.
Alone is the grave.
Guard your fire,
your shame,
your cursed name.
No one carries it for you.
No one shares the dirt.
When the earth shuts its jaw,
it swallows each skull
alone.
Sep 10, 2025
Sep 10, 2025 at 8:28 PM UTC
come closer.
I won’t waste breath on lullabies.
I’ve gnawed the years,
spat blood and marrow.
If you want the taste,
the true taste,
take it alone.
Drink alone.
Stagger the road alone.
Laugh till your ribs split—alone.
Howl till your lungs tear—alone.
And when sin claws your door,
let it in,
alone.
Alone is the blade.
Alone is the wound.
Alone is the grave.
Guard your fire,
your shame,
your cursed name.
No one carries it for you.
No one shares the dirt.
When the earth shuts its jaw,
it swallows each skull
alone.
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