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DIRGE OF SOLITUDE
Here, there is no shame
Searching for a shell
Where my soul is aflame
Beyond me, there is hell
Attuned with the dark, took me away
Thoughts that are not my own
There’s an empty voice on the tape
Familiar pathways now overgrown
And to reflect and feel nothing
Those years, like me, hollow
A dirge for my unraveling
Looking always into the morrow
…and I see nothing
By the sill, I ponder
Savouring the blank canvas
No care for the sonder
In bleakness was my reverie
Your company, unfitting
Bestowed your trust in me
In your absence, I’m grinning
Masquerading, I
In the guise of your kin
As liquid drapes over me
Ichor of my absent care
Your weakness was my window
I sought only to avail
Self-loathing, my affinity
Another trust to derail
And yet…
You loved me nonetheless
As you walked with me
Past the gallows
Bound to the void you were
In my footsteps, you followed
Tangible was only the mask I wore
I wonder if you saw through
All devotion, ideals
Crushed in the wake of my apathy
A tempest that devours all
For absent friends, I do not dwell
Painted murder into a landscape
From reality, for a moment, escaped
My masterpiece
You were no exception
After all, how could I love
Whom with death, was picturesque?
I lust only for possession
'There is no forgiveness in my apathy
Only a swift disregard'
Published 14th Oct 2016
| Edited 17th Oct 2016
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