The catatonic dread

That trademarked your absence

Tore up the scar tissue

That harboured my old habits

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Now more than ever

I shut windows, I lock doors

I need the silence that’ll break me

As it’s done a thousand times before

 

I wade in bloodied water

After a three-year doze

Feels the same as tranquil rivers

‘Cause the sky is tinted rose.

 

When I feared the abyss,

And still nose-dived down,

I found comfort in your void,

What a pretty way to drown.

 

There’s no religion where we’re headed

With my daggers and your cloaks

Treading a parallel street

And clad in a veil of smoke.

 

Catch the tailwind of that feeling,

When I die like autumn leaves,

I lay in desolate knowingness, that

There’s nostalgia in the way you kill me.

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— 15/10/20