How come every time I think of you, you seem to drift away, but each time I hate you, you are standing at my doorstep waiting for me to open.
Knocking down the door, yelling at me to let you in. Then I open up, and there's nothing there, not even a goodbye.
Cold air greets me with a harsh sting that the reality of you is that you're not here. You never are. You're gone.
Knocking on someone else's door. Craving new flesh because the last one is dead. Killed off like a deer deep within the forest. Hunt them down and chew them up before you spit them back out and latch onto your next prey.
I fell for the disguise and let you suck me dry. I crave more, but you can't kill the same deer twice. I'm stuck in the headlights. I just wish you'd knock once more to come back even if all I get is a goodbye.
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Dear light in the sky
PoesiaWhat's that shining in the sky? Is it the light or all an illusion. Can it save you from the dark swallowing you, or will it consume you too. How do you reach the sky when you have no ladder? What happens when it's too late? Where do we go after eve...
