måndag 8 september 2025

cold bones

 flesh on bones

and a heart inbetween

grinding against castaway splinters and rooms full of sin

your demon in the corner scared me wake 

violence pulled me from sleep

and there was a message from you

a warning a call a begging and a roar

with death in its eyes staring me down

you want me to leave or want me to run

where can i hide where you are not

tell me i'll go there gladly

lay my cold bones let me restlessly twist out of myself

a turn so hard nothing is left 

but cold bones, charred pieces that refused to cinder

ill stop burning for you

ill die on my own

these cold bones

we dont need you

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