"Thank you for making these nights easier."
The words flowed from your lips over bitcrushed airwaves,
Your voice carried the weight of a broken sadness,
With the elegance and grace of the grandest choir.
A maggot finds its place on a beauty so divine,
Only able to destroy its own salvation as an act of worship.
Decaying flesh and bloating guts distort the truth of you,
A golden fawn bloomed into a king with a perfect crown,
But here you lie discraced on unholy ground.
Your blessing became my curse, so aware of my own inadequacies to be in your presence, desecrating all I touch for selfish needs.
And yet you speak such vile things.
Thanking me when everything ive ever touched as turned to rot.
Phantoms in my room blended with phantom harmonies,
The saturation in my chest eats every nerve alive,
How broken I must be for love to hurt this bad,
Vortex breaking up before its even fully formed by something so mundane as a tiny little snore