What is a memory?
What is a thought?
Is it the fear of losing the trees to the sky?
Is it the darkness inside out?
The pain clouds my thoughts, closing in
I cannot bleed, cannot hemorrhage
Cruel irony runs through my veins now
And hate
My mind races with the corruption of fear
I am no longer me
I am no longer you
I am
If I were the sun and you were the ocean,
we could meet at dusk and drink of each other
in bliss and warm familiar chaos
Will you die to me?
Sep 30, 2023
Sep 30, 2023 at 11:16 AM UTC
What is a memory?
What is a thought?
Is it the fear of losing the trees to the sky?
Is it the darkness inside out?
The pain clouds my thoughts, closing in
I cannot bleed, cannot hemorrhage
Cruel irony runs through my veins now
And hate
My mind races with the corruption of fear
I am no longer me
I am no longer you
I am
If I were the sun and you were the ocean,
we could meet at dusk and drink of each other
in bliss and warm familiar chaos
Will you die to me?
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