Twenty six years and Seems like I've just begun To understand my, my intimate is no one When the director sold the show, (Who) bought its last rites? They cut the cast, the music and the lights This is my line, this is eternal How did I ever end up here? Discarnate, preternatural My prayers to disappear Absent of grace, marked as infernal Ungranted in dead time, left me disowned To this nature, ... more »
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Fall in unison with me
onto pillows and bad dreams
Silently, I’ll watch the
hush of your breath
How many people will fall asleep
in sync with me?
Close my eyes and wonder how I got here.
Close my eyes for me when I leave.
Will you hold me when I walk,
walk into the flames?
I am the delicacy you’re unwilling to give up.
I promise you won’t miss me much.
Inadequately explicate the lies I’ve told
The mask I wore
Lay down with me, won’t you?
Synchronize and weep
Blankets that suffocated once,