Melancholic Daze

Let’s just  
bypass  
the spectators  
weighing  
in on things  
they know  
nothing  
about  
second guessing  
and  
the weight  
of the  
world  
obliterates
dark & desolate  
and  
such things  
play out  
theatrically & lyrically
whilst  
bonding  
over trauma  
and  
we’re both  
stuck  
in the same  
haunted  
house  
cradling  
our inner child  
starring  
in the same  
nightmarish  
horror  
flick  
on the same  
set  
yet  
in different  
rooms  
doors bolted shut  
deadlocked  
and  
it’s not  
our  
fault  
we were  
tainted  
like  
sacrificial lambs  
branded  
devoid  
and yes  
I feel you  
breathing  
down  
my neck  
and yes  
I adore you  
fully  
cognisant  
of  
what you are  
and  
what you mean  
to me  
and yes  
I love you  
but  
I can’t  
and  
I won’t  
watch you  
torture  
yourself  
and  
clock up  
the  
body count  
pretending  
it means  
nothing  
when  
the key  
to our  
healing  
is in  
the way  
we  
ache  
and  
bleed  
love  
for  
one another.