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Eternity
A festival of errant thoughts
On steps of bedlam, left behind
I'm left behind.
And I know that it's overdue
Facing all the bullshit, alone
I am alone.
Every word breathed serves to paint you
Malformed into something divine.
I really did think everything was fine today
This rumination left on overdrive
Guess I lied.
Sitting malign, detached, ill and frozen
A cold that shrieks and blows apart my sky
If whole, know I'd grant you eternity
But I fail to love what doesn't eat my world alive.
On steps of bedlam, left behind
I'm left behind.
And I know that it's overdue
Facing all the bullshit, alone
I am alone.
Every word breathed serves to paint you
Malformed into something divine.
I really did think everything was fine today
This rumination left on overdrive
Guess I lied.
Sitting malign, detached, ill and frozen
A cold that shrieks and blows apart my sky
If whole, know I'd grant you eternity
But I fail to love what doesn't eat my world alive.
Published 8th Nov 2022
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