The world seems to be mocking me through
This double pane fog, covered by my immobility,
Festering in the inching frost, climbing up my throat,
Drying out, the secreting whisper of warmth,
The sounds emitted by dancing winds, pushing
A blurred island, hosted, by a decaying vampire,
Stretch marks of the swinging pendulum, swoops
A top my brow, cranking closer, as my attention
Bleeds into the veil, softly bouncing
Along the splinter of sanity, so captivating and graceful,
Will she return, as she slipped out through the opening,
The loud hum, of the empty room grows,
Filling my ears, as if I was drowning, gasping
For her, where did she go?
And the outside knows, yet they keep hushed,
As she swings in it’s hammock, keeping her still,
Where did she go?
I lay awake, starring at the flashing light,
Begging the silence to stop, for an echo in my bones,
Where did she go?
Thick strands of her gleam, snuffed out, by the dark,
She’s vanished beyond the stale breath,
Maybe she’ll return with the sun.
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