It is a dull lullaby of an evening, vampires choke on their words, and I inherit an embrace from you. A new box of matches, you could be and you are, I know you are. You whisper in a minaret. There are no words for envy now, I will be you, and if I must tear this whole world down I will do it, then all you will be able to do is run. Run beautiful, run.
You tell me it’s a nice dream, you say it. There is no inferno where once a doubt can hide. I am in it. You kick at flames I wish I were. I have let myself go, I know it. No, I won’t even remember.
I am the face you have made. Can you feel it. I am the need you have formed in mud, your own tears are all, your hard work, your one small gift, your candle under a cover. You have kept me hid my whole life. It was worth it.
You walk me away. There is no hidden meaning in it. Come, feel your legs run for you.
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