My release doesn’t lie In the blood that stains Your carpet, Or the tears that soak into Your pillow, Or the screams that pierce The still night calm, Not even in the **** that Snakes into my senses,
Wishing to melt into Whatever I was before Star light emanating from Afar;
Old light pulsing from the new skies
(I want to see myself in that light A time before I gave in to the night)
Emptiness drains , but I think it’s because I have a lot of time on my hands to think rn.