362.) distant
distant
you are
a callous feeling
that snakes away from these frosted lips.
your voice is october air
a frigid dance that hovers
on this ugly pressure. well
cry rebel, spread your arms wide
you are at the top of this iceberg
you are god.
and here I am sewing myself to you
and your blighted mark
a tainted imprint
on my heart. There
is nothing that
and here we will last
eternity is a fake embrace
full of illusions
but for once
i was there in the
and you held me close.
where are you?
who will raise me again?