The tension in your bones hasn't left since we got here. I believe it will never leave. Now that we are here, it has made a home, nestled in the warmth of your blood.
You are not alone. Here in the valley of corpses.
We remain here with the corpses of our dreams, hopes, and promises. Rotting while our weariness feeds off them.
There is no room for anger in us anymore. Our minds are in a constant state of blankets that allows us to continue breathing without dwelling on hopeless thoughts of love, happiness, and peace. Because here we are nothing and nobody.
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Nocturnal Musings
PoetryShort little things I write. They're usually things I think of when I'm in a thoughtful mood. They're not that good but I try my best.
