Your take on death
Has nourished my flesh
What if you were not
With me nonchalant
I would be a mess--
But father knows best
Now tell me, how do I
Move on, or abscond?
I miss you.
I love you.
I'm not what you want.
I failed you
Derailed you
Now here I am, gaunt.
Feb 28
Feb 28, 2026 at 3:50 AM UTC
Your take on death
Has nourished my flesh
What if you were not
With me nonchalant
I would be a mess--
But father knows best
Now tell me, how do I
Move on, or abscond?
I miss you.
I love you.
I'm not what you want.
I failed you
Derailed you
Now here I am, gaunt.
