Tears glisten into my eyes
Like a bookmark to the ghosts of my haunting past
The version I burned and buried
And left deep behind in the past
Treated my tears like ecstacy
Holding onto each drop
Till they turned holes into my throat
As they burn marks all over my face
The ashes gathered and breathed through the mist of my helplessness.
Jul 19, 2025
Jul 19, 2025 at 6:34 PM UTC
Tears glisten into my eyes
Like a bookmark to the ghosts of my haunting past
The version I burned and buried
And left deep behind in the past
Treated my tears like ecstacy
Holding onto each drop
Till they turned holes into my throat
As they burn marks all over my face
The ashes gathered and breathed through the mist of my helplessness.