scripturient

shadows

i've made a mistake tonight, and it continues to
linger beyond the salvageable shadows of my subconscious.

of everything done wrong, in a past that
vicariously claws through me from inside

even dysphoric, distorted voices from behind a mirror agree
you were, are, and forever will be, my most tremendous regret.

once more, the pounding fades to neutral numbness
until your melancholy melody debuts at my door.