I'm plagued by my dead desire
to write to you everywhere
and draw you in between the lines.

I loathe the hole in the mirror,
stories with unfulfilled endings
and the mocking smile of static time.

I abhor my tasteless tears,
my defeated gazes
and my powdered shadow hidden in a drawer.

I detest the emptiness in the yard,
the grayness of my seemingly dead hands
and that puzzle splattered on the floor…

Condemned to a world
sickened with an overabundance of absence,
hungry for some madness;
lost amidst
all these deafening silences
and existence stripped off magic.


I despise the stillness
of the mundane
when I fall off your orbit.


©Distilled Melancholy


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🎧 Someone You Loved by Our Last Night,
I See Stars, The World Alive, Ashland

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