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Pyre Dec 2020
My brain rumbles inside my skull
Lust becomes the fleeting requirement
Of this empty, yet overflowing hull
My left eye has begun to implement

As whole body shudders with the risk
Torn at the seams by indecision
My head splits open like a broken disk
Unleashing a horrid flurry of emotion

I release the muscles of my face
They have a mind of their own today
I want to rip myself from this place
But this cable, it tightens with dismay

A simple release might be a solution
Easier than really trying my assumption
Cowardice requires no permission
As I fall into the madness of addiction

As I drive the blood away from my brain
I focus on what my madness wants to do with you
Devin Ortiz Feb 2018
I carry the guilt of remembering the dead
In fear that if I don't, who will.

This tug of war between time and memory
Brings fatigue to my soul.

Anger has long passed, leading the road
With forgiveness at its end.

Though, in celebrating life, I can't help feel
The weight of every conversation.

That dangerous, infinite, path of what if.
Decisions and indecisions that brought death.

Answers may never be found, though I hope,
To relinquish this guilt of remembering.

— The End —