Fathomless is the mind full of stories.
I meet with the sun Its pale gaze chasing my skin Begging me to feel
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Skin to skin embrace Warmth exchanged in tepid race Winter, we outpace.
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A fight of frostbite And a wavering candle Who will burn longest?
Bury me, like the hatchet in my back and take my last shred of hope
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the screaming persists seeking refuge in my ears in spite of my mouth
haunt me 'till I die where I'll join you in the end and we can begin
I am so filled with this untamed Sadness I cannot place it or name it or Chase it away and it Haunts My darkest hours
I have come to know that grief Is all consuming. These last years have been thieves. They did not come quiet, Nor gentle,
I wish to strip away all pretense Peel back the layers and Expose another reality Fingers jam-sticky and Slipping on sheaths of skin
All I have come to know is rage. A simmering sort where the smallest flame Threatens to turn me into an inferno— Unfettered by reason,
There are shadows in dark places, And monsters in the light. I fear the things that hide amongst the dreamers, Not the night.
Memories become vibrant motes of matter Meandering the miasma of my mind Sometimes they might escape the latter To maunder amidst the debris for us to find
