I’m wasting time writing, time that keeps running ahead of me
Like the sunset over the hill, I can’t catch up, and then it attacks me
Dark black swirls, curve the mold of my demented heart
The colour of the deepest void, swallowing hard when you turn up
I saw your picture on a board somewhere along the streets last night
Your stare as coals engulfed by icy blue, dark streaks under your eyes
I heard they burned you to your blackened bones and laughed when you collapsed
Then stomped you to the ground before you ever had the chance to lapse
I remember thinking of my mind in time that bends right back around
and how this moment cured the ills I caught from sleepless lives in town
I thought that this was it, you’ve got to quit now that I have overcome you
But nothing makes any sense, brittle at my expense, it’s all that I have learnt from you
No.e…a.
Curve
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