Fluorescent lights drone rehearsed songs of comfort,
and yet this hall feels dangerous.
Footsteps stutter past my shadow.
Your face appears before my own,
your lips feel cold, yet moist
I crave for your love, but feel no sparks.
You turn and flee
and whispers trail after,
spilling your secrets to the floor,
there for the clawing pleasures of spite.
My sleep is now haunted
with your spoiled past,
dreams unfold into screaming terrors.
I thought my scars
would disappear with you,
but I see now that can never be.
I’ll never rid
your lying tongues,
that brand my memory.
Moon!
my only friend,
keep my safe throughout this endless night.
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