Leah
Leah
Nov 3 · 1 min read

Surrender

Drips of paint and the time is consumed

The clock ticks and the grave is exhumed

I thought you were dead but you’re right here next to me

While I walk through the days deliciously sleepy

Step to the vamp and the mirror never lies

Though the words sell the story, I’m sickened, despise

Maybe the spa has some great basic rates

Maybe the sun will face those that he hates

Maybe I’ll live buried in a neutral embrace

Maybe I’ll weather in a wind of distaste

What choices do we have when our birth seals our fate?

Today the work seems for naught and you’re always running late

A life without words, colors, or love, or even noise

To stare blankly at the window, bliss in the void

One foot in the shutout

One foot on the grass

She’s a flowery bitch and easy to catch

I lost it, my love, I apologize forever

The oceans rescind, and we’re swimming in never

In the nothing, the ether, the three lines that we sever

We breathe in the never

Exhale the never

Live off of the never

Bathe in the never

Obliterate the hunger

And no longer attend

    Leah

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