What i sought to see and did not know,
Echos of betrayal framed in red and yellow afterglow.
Embers fall from crested waves of apocalypse,
Tidal waves of total obliteration.
Frayed at the edges like the way you wouldn't look at me,
Lost the grip you said and swore that you could see.
A sight for sore eyes...
Sightless after all...
No intention ever became more obscure, obfuscated...
Unreal and obsequious, unraveled and unmade...
That time you left the room to tell me what you knew I couldn't hear...
The moment that just won't stop its endless ringing,
Parasitic frequency within my ear.
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