The shape of things in the dark

To lose another is to

wallow in self pity

all there is

another catastrophe of

unknown pleasures.

Facing the fear

of pushing away and letting go

I don’t know

what to do now with you

the furthest away.

crave and crushing

there is nothing but immense

mistrust found beneath the dirt

laid amongst the bones.

the architecture

set in stone. Lost and not

found. A desire of destruction.

only to be heard in the silence

sung by metal sharpness.

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