The Heart-eating Purgatory

Marvaluna
Marvaluna
Jul 24, 2017 · 2 min read

I’m aching but I don’t feel like crying yet
Eight hours and twenty six minutes

Creak by the clock’s ticking

And humming in my ears.

I guess I’m falling for real this time

As hard as I did for you once

And falling into a rat hole

Paved to your eyes and mine.

I’ve called you mine;

Yet not claimed.

I’ve drawn all the oncoming

Near the figure of my soul

Yet not deleted.

Such a sweet illustration it was

To carve your misty presence

Gradually, next to mine.

Such an amorous portrait

To spectate you

And your body lying still

Next to my nuclear heart.

I still have this feeling therein

Where all the poison

Still leaks out

Minute after hour

Hour after a day

That I will be just fine

And throw it all right away.

No matter what I’m doing now

Just to hurt you

As deeply as I reluctantly do

What is within me

Stands still and stern

Waiting for me to cave in

And greedily mourn for you.

I know I’ll feel myself again

And leave those head-diggings

And brain-pitchings behind

Just like back in the days

When I ran freely

All along underneath the rain

Dissolving the strings

Of your far-fetched divinity

And the solid fragility

That you stacked onto me.

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Marvaluna

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Marvaluna

Obsessed with the silence, though deafened by its echo.

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