
Skeletal muscles contracting
As I shovel a hole for your grave
Cardiac muscles reacting
As I struggle through the pain
I’ve had hours to think and weeks to reflect
But I still don’t know what to say
Right now I don’t even like you…
But I love you anyway
***
I don’t understand, I don’t understand
The way you took my aching hand
And sold me to the promise land
Of jet-fueled emotions
***
I won’t begin, I won’t begin
To wipe my hands of the halo’s sin
You left me in the trenches with
Beneath a guilty ocean
***
Surrounded by the horsemen of a dark apocalypse
Drooling a cascade of blood that glistens down my lips
I feel the ghosts of lonesome lovers bucking at my hips
In the bottomless gulf of life’s abyss
***
A tangled seaweed mummy
In my heart’s forgotten bay
Losing all the money
In my expectation’s bank
I’ve had hours to float in this freezing current
But there’s still a heat in my face
Right now I don’t even like you…
But I love you anyway
***
I don’t understand, I don’t understand
Why you kicked the bassist from the band
And told me not to reprimand
Your debt-fueled devotions
***
I won’t begin, I won’t begin
To touch the weight of everything
You rested on the fickle winds
Of liars’ locomotion
***
Surrounded by the horsemen of a dark apocalypse
Drooling a cascade of blood that glistens down my lips
I feel the ghosts of lonesome lovers bucking at my hips
In the bottomless gulf of life’s abyss
***
I wanted to fight to see the end of the game of life with you
I wanted to be the thing you’d never have to worry that you’d lose
But ultimately I’m the one with a feature-defining bruise
Because I chose to look at the riddle
Instead of at the clues
***
Surrounded by the horsemen of a dark apocalypse
Drooling a cascade of blood that glistens down my lips
I feel the ghosts of lonesome lovers bucking at my hips
Right now I don’t even like you…
But I love you through the abyss
About the Creator
Tanner Peiffer
I'm an aspiring poet, writing from both personal experiences and surreal concepts, with the goal of inspiring anyone who may read. I hope my art can strike a chord and shift a perspective or two. 20 years old.


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