At the stove in the dark eating.
Then comes the purge;
That wrathful burning in the throat.
I can’t do this anymore.
At the stove in the dark starving.
We’ve been here before.
I despise this control,
But I love being in it.
At the stove in the dark bleeding.
Perhaps we’ve gone too far.
Three down, thirteen to go,
But everything is fading.
At the stove in the dark
I realize where I'm lying.
This frigid, old crystalline floor
Shining with foreign colors.
At the stove in the dark.
My own view of this place,
It's only a memory now,
And a story I dare not retell.
Mar 26, 2024
Mar 26, 2024 at 7:35 AM UTC
At the stove in the dark eating.
Then comes the purge;
That wrathful burning in the throat.
I can’t do this anymore.
At the stove in the dark starving.
We’ve been here before.
I despise this control,
But I love being in it.
At the stove in the dark bleeding.
Perhaps we’ve gone too far.
Three down, thirteen to go,
But everything is fading.
At the stove in the dark
I realize where I'm lying.
This frigid, old crystalline floor
Shining with foreign colors.
At the stove in the dark.
My own view of this place,
It's only a memory now,
And a story I dare not retell.