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In the likely image
In the likely image
Ways to make you less involved in this moment
In the least, it would help with your absence.
Lacking beneath a runway of repulsion,
holding onto everything that makes me,
regret.
In and out of a manufactured reality.
Clutching my humanity with pretentious dignity.
Surrendering to a blank state of mind.
Inside the comfort of your cold arms,
I find myself naked in your shame,
lifeless on your flesh,
Cold.
Catching up to a hysterical entity; screaming at a white wall.
"can I help you?" no response, as the echo returns to me.
The state of my being, united in a white trace of light,
Calling me into this moment,
In static.
Erasing every proof of emotional relief.
My catharsis lying within a stack of ghosts; all of whom I've grown to admire.
The light gives way to a romantic verse,
that softly turns my heart into stone,
temporarily.
Relaxed at midnight,
keeping my dreams for awhile.
I could use this time to remember why I came this far.
And wonder how much longer, I'm willing to stay,
enchanted, diseased, regretful, and loved.
But alas, the light crosses my face, inviting me into a dream.
I take this chance to become this tranquill being,
following this white gleam of light
through self destruction
over spans of time
under a dream
to sleep.
