Tattered Remnants
There is nothing like
that feeling
When the gauge rest
on empty
When you smile in
Apathetic christening
Breathe in
indifference
Keyed to the tune of
F minor
No closing credits
play
Recycled and cycled
Withering rememberance
As transformations
Leave unrecognizable
residue
Was that mine?
What is that?
Unrecognized by
design
Love
Match
Set
Get the fuck out of
here
Displaced
Anti time consuming
Spatial relation
Defaces what did
exist
Ever existed
Tattered remnants
The only things to
still
Relish in
Fade to black
Then
Fade to a darker
black again
A dead star within a
black hole
Is where the story
stays
Stagnant
From the
chocolatezeus collection 4/17/18 ©
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