Such repose as is left on a barren bed
The roof painted clean, blood covered up
Washed by that sickly grey light dribbling
Out of hungover clouds
Growing smaller
A chill of whispering leaves curls around
My empty room
The colour bleached out, aroused blues and discreet golds
Filtered away
Your own bed soiled red
When you made your vow
Where did I last see you
When we spoke on the landing, you wanted absolution
For the same thing again
In the lurid bathroom
I couldn't see you anymore
And I forgot my own voice
I only borrowed it anyway
I saw the toilet most
In the night light for you and them
I dripped down fire
I was too young for that
I'm still too young
After so many years I had the wrong key
A sepulchre in plain sight
I can never rest, and I can never leave.
@nepion_boreas17
