the moon still moving over you. sweet. it’s sweet when i call, if i call at all, i do. voices up and fall. old song, old song. crow caw. certain flowers bend, certain light flows. you are gone
death knows why I’m unbecomingly buried: you. hidden in the loop is the long and lonely truth: we’re fucked. no babble in the brook, no chatter in the tower. hold me in the rain, in the fog, in color.
you are gone, beneath the mountain
shyly into doom. off my back. awake in her room, my favorite noose. loop into loop and knot into knot. sent from my wounds and sent by my news.
the light still shining through illuminating you
i can still see you standing in the wind.
missed shoulders, from nowhere, no friends
when color is on the cusp some one will lie.
dynamite, whirl around me.
you’re stinging me with all your truth
singing my doom, and i can’t move
you stick to me. there’s nothing i can do.
i can’t run, there’s no room
she’s killing me. I’m forgetting how to breathe
if she killed me it'd probably be with ease and i don’t think i’d care
and i don’t want to anymore
unshlyly into doom. get off my back. that photo of you is what’s causing all the cracks.
staring at the noose, the blood on the knots, i can’t function anymore