this fragile thread

an empty box of pixels

my scarred fingertips

and what they never really touched

-the night and its truth-

the last

of

everything

I so sufferingly cherish

I hear voices

your voices

you, my world

so disastrous

so unreachable

and perfect

this is my restless existence

this is how I begin to die

like a subtle and breathless autumn

you are all I want

(I'm not only hanging from this thread,

I'm breaking it)

you are all I need

I dared to blink

and you slipped trough my lids

(their hollows are dry and tearless)

you dared to walk away

(you are dry and tearless)

and I'll never find you again.

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