Cherish pain,
Fold grief in arms.
Ethereal promises no comfort now.
Razor in the heart
Bleed tears.
Never tomorrow again.
Send the sick god packing
While I witness
My own crucifixion.
Guttering candle stub burns behind the eyes but don’t knock:
There’s no-one home anymore.
Empty, only echoes.
Lips move, but no vibration,
All broken strings.
Sleep like the lucky dead, dreamless at last.
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