all the weight of the night sits on my shoulders,
like a ****** of crows pecking on a graying bruise —
i cave under; my entire skin —
it falls apart, in grace,
from the constant touch, like liquid mercury;
such an anomaly, such an irony,
such words mused, lying there in a trance-like state
under all the weight of the night.
i wish it takes with it my sorrows
the second it lifts itself.
yet, i remain.
soon, the dawn will creep and break, eventually,
from holding me up in vain.
such a pity
maybe i will break with it.
Mar 27, 2021
Mar 27, 2021 at 10:21 PM UTC
all the weight of the night sits on my shoulders,
like a ****** of crows pecking on a graying bruise —
i cave under; my entire skin —
it falls apart, in grace,
from the constant touch, like liquid mercury;
such an anomaly, such an irony,
such words mused, lying there in a trance-like state
under all the weight of the night.
i wish it takes with it my sorrows
the second it lifts itself.
yet, i remain.
soon, the dawn will creep and break, eventually,
from holding me up in vain.
such a pity
maybe i will break with it.
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