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tuesday blues

i sing

these strained emotions
f l y
across the multi-dimensional
planes of reality.

they witness memories:
s t o r i e s
a sombre whisper shared
between two.

i feel

a heart mutilated;
c r u s h e d
from a budding romance
never before immersed in.

an acidic mouth, who
s p a t
poison onto bleeding face,
never had been good enough anyway.

i cry

drown myself in
w o r d s
feel constrained, fighting yet
barely fighting.

feel the world is in
o b l i v i o n
as if i deserve nothing more
but dark, taunting whispers.

silence

and as the music finally
e n d s
the damage is done;
i am a mess.

sang my last song in
t e a r s
sang my last song in
f e a r s

my throat is sore.