I heard a light is coming. You were the only one I’d known. After I got stuck in your turnstiles, you got lost in old catacombs. Oh how the years will mistreat you, for every small step you make wrong. I’ve taken so many for so long now, all roads lead away from home.
Loose dust, left in my wake. Mistrust was your mistake.
I saw the promise of solace in the outskirts of a stranger’s smile. Yet, I hold this companion, sorrow, the only one I’ve kept since I was a child. When I was seven years old, I’d stay awake and stare at the ceiling, and wonder where my mind will go, the day that my body stops breathing.
Loose dust left at my wake, won’t mend the crutches I break.
So I broke the body and I swallowed the sacrament. Offered fear, tired thoughts, a few words for what’s lost and won’t return again. I got no answer, only an empty bed, and the refrain of a fall that echos on and on. It’s all I hear anytime I listen.
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