Put down those three words and I'm brought back to life
Separate - more muted than before.
Something in my chest imploded then; scathing
Now there's nothing left to live for.
Beyond this there's plenty: false idols and spray paint
Bushels of orphans for the barren.
A crux on my essence, my cerveau infirm
An ache we will both never share in.
My heart is left riddled, sharded and pained
The company of shadows, I'm haunted.
Only memories cling to my eyelashes now
I got everything that I wanted.








