Gathering thoughts while it’s falling ghosts of this, rising, all in
Caught In that dark room again
Clot red blood seeping in
Becoming all you see the only words you speak
“It makes me warmer than a warm body could, holding faster than a warm body should. Taking all the tribulations away, warmer, still I know it won’t stay. Caring, still, pulling me deeper. Staring, still I know it’s here for me.”
A muse a joke hands to be saved but all they do is fucking choke.
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