an attempt at a beguiled, captive audience

you remain hollow,

a tempered spirit.

you are the one who severs bone and flesh, rendering your victims withered and cold.

though you are not warm. you are temporary and brash.

you are pain. you are dying. yet abide by the rules of infinite melancholy.

send stardust planes careening towards my ill-fated heart.

grant me the bittersweet release.

i ache and i forever long for your absence.

i feel clamored and uneasy. when will this sinking cacophony of fear end?

though your spirit cannot be tamed.

it is still very much bruised.

do not forget that.