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If I starve my body dry,
leave my organs pumping empty,
for something that's never gonna come,
what will be left?
Or will they collapse, to be digested back inside me.
Into dust. Nothing but black lung and empty sting.
She took it all away with her, down the watery rabbit hole.
Didn't even let me come and hold her hand.
We could have jumped in together, into the cool crisp darkness
of forever. Now all I see is the shadow of me.
Ugly, stretched thin, scales upon scales and it claws like the jabberwocky.
Left behind to walk the world in agony.
Bloody, angry, tired.
Hate and spit.
Chomping my teeth at every little bit of you.
Drooling in the dream you might come back to me,
so I can taste you again.
You left me some crumbs, just enough to keep me addicted.
Wandering monster in the streets, alone, ugly, needing a fix.
Pounding what's left of my body into this city, sniffing, sniffing for a clue.
There are no clues, no mystery to solve, your dust , your ghost that's all that's here.
I just want to crawl into your skin, deep underground.
Be inside of you, forever in the quiet.
hold your hand.
