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Batchelor May 2020
My eyes fall back down on the floor.


Grounded, but secure.


This is the logical result : I'm leaving the burn marks behind.

A cool, dry corpse, crackling apart piece by piece in the wind.

Leaving only, beautiful bleached bones behind.
Your skin, bones all beautiful and eternal.

Back after a long break of being ill.

Now, let's finish The Bibliography Of Unspoken Truths.

1st of February, 2018.
Batchelor Apr 2020
With renewed vigor

A slip of the hip

The grip of the finger

I chuckle

I've gotten myself into a pickle, it seems.

For the first time in forever

I'm looking forward to basking in the sun

In the brilliance of something greater than all my dalliances

I'm feeling it now

Actual sunlight.
Hello, dear lover, Heliophilia.

The Age of Fire, January 2018.


The rebirth after actualizing Basic Instinct

  A year of elemental foreplay
    
     Barricading the year before

         Secluding hunger from need
Batchelor Apr 2020
I look upon these manacles which I could so easily slip from

These bars that hold me prisoner

So welcome

I'm beginning to forget
I will forget, won't I?

29th of January 2018.
Batchelor Apr 2020
The beauty about loss

You crave for sepia
Live on the edge of the endless night, never stretching quite to dawn.

28th of January 2018.
Batchelor Apr 2020
With the intensity of these feelings

Feeling goosebumps up my spine

Of condensation of sensation

(you are being too ******* yourself)

<I don't think I would go anywhere without dominance>

<dominance of my thought, heart and soul>


(It's like you're not letting me in.)

<You're projecting.>


I feel what they must have felt, so long ago.

It feels like leaving hope

:   but I am left withered   :
:   choices to accept   :
:   my role in all this   :
I will always remember, even when I don't wish to.

28th of January 2018.
Batchelor Apr 2020
My body's silently cooling back down

The warmest dead body I've ever had.


Yet as I fade away from you, from me


I'm beside you, in time.
"I know it's getting late."

28th of January 2018.
Batchelor Apr 2020
This will come true

Pull me out of this pyre

Be my broken record

Repeating what I need to hear

Til I fall

Deep


Deep





Deep









For you.
"Help me I'm in Hell."

27th of January 2018.
Batchelor Apr 2020
And if finding
That I moved

from wanting you
Needing you

To not desiring

Any of this



I deserve to be forgotten.
That's life.

27th of January 2018.
Batchelor Apr 2020
Through the scant scratches of pain

And the breaking of reasoning

Thus the collapse of love

Aether illuminating the aftermath's gloom


We've come to realize

Life will always find a way.
And they'll keep coming.

27th of January 2018.
Batchelor Apr 2020
Dancing, we go again, not unlike a carousel, spinning in place.

Memories of yesterday when you opened your eyes,

Expecting you to utter words I knew you would never speak


It's time to put this chapter to rest

The future is a white canvas


And only my will

Can leave traces on it.
I fortify myself again in my Memory Palace.

27th of January 2018.
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