Forgotten Fixed Fakers Poem by Katerina Val

Scents
and traces of planned and brief staccato pain
proof we were there
the saddest remains of our moaning share

Cut me in the despair
and I ‘ll set your lies between revenge and fair
don't throw yourself in woeful scents and words we used to have
don't remember all the deaths, keep your thirst weakened for the love
don't remember all the lies, keep your mind opened for the past

all our deaths became our creepy love

Don't recall what they said
‘cause their cutting breaths were infinite to last
Take nothing more than a breath ahead
and shutter all the razorblade signs of the past

our pain is too, too much to not last

don't seek yourself hidden and rose somewhere in the past
don't lose the grip or the strength we used to have
an indifference that we knew how to trust
a demeaning concept in their words we used to give
a depreciation in their hung cut eyes we used to seek
before it disappeared with you and me in dust

beloved old dust, you are too grey to not last

Don't remember all the cuts
the scars we now consent and have
we use to seek through them the endless past
forget this blood, it's not your blood
regret to touch the last remaining scar
the painfully weirdest deepest cut

Don't recall the pain between the shades
the way we'd tremble when we took the whole fixed blame
for the pain
I'll live in your eyes for the shame
and don't recall the way we'd condemn ourselves
to be the weirdest, living, moaning shame.