reassurance
on drunken nights
cannot compensate
for what was left behind.
darkening clouds
gather above
and you pursue what you feel
to be the winds of love.
and i am stalled
i am crippled
by the harsh winds wale
by the cold tides ripple
i wish for a carnival
a show for all friends
a happily stagnant time
one that never ends
our prison is our home
our garden is our bathroom
our sustenance our longing
our hope buried in tombs
we are the ancient
the everlasting dead
we are everything we wished we weren't
we are the nightmares in our heads.
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