Every shadow, every scent, every sound and every flash of light remind me of you
though you’re gone, though you’re dead. I’m crying for help. I’m praying for salvation.
Save my immortal soul; it’s broken, hurt, depleted. I want to be dying.
For you’re gone, and I’ve forgotten how to breathe, oh, my long lost love, and I don’t want to remember. Save my heart for it’s destroyed and it is bleeding. It’s screaming for you to be here, to hold it.
I don’t want to live when you are gone but I still wander waiting for you to be mine again.
In death.
I found some old stuff (from like a year ago) and decided to publish it.