Scratches On My Gravestone

| Black and Blue |

i feel it in my dreams,
in this paralysed space,
i drown inside this box;

my.

　forgetting.

　　　　　place.

weakened world of... blue.
she swallows... the suffering...
the soul beneath... my feet,
as... dreadful... darkness floats...

fantasizes above my head.

and... 　　　is... 　　　universe...
　　　this... 　　my...

gaping hole of incomplete.

and he had a name once.
my love was awake then.
his empty eyes found me,
tearing open my heart;
bitter and burning gaze.
do i see beautiful while...
black is poured into me?
i cannot say, i do not know.

not much farther down to go.
at least, until the

b　 o　 t　 t 　o 　m
　f 　a　 l 　l 　s
　 o 　p　 e　 n

and so, I-