I am holding it all in

that it carves multiple tunnels and delves

in each bleary vein

pulling every fibre of my being

as it holds me within its clutches,

shrouding my skin in its shadows,

turning me into what it is, to take its place.

It seeps through every crack and crevice,

with indefinite humanity,

whispering omnious hymns in my ears.

It leaves only the soot,

the remnants,

the remembrance.

As I see again what the night has brought

I think about the sun in your eyes

and how I miss the light.


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