Ink Marks The Pain I Crave

Bloodshot eyes

Tremble under the weight of light

Stuck to bed for two days

Three nights

Swollen lips, burning head

I’ve gone astray

Some way, somehow

Waging war against the body of mine

Time after time we devour the lies

The graveyards mark our disdain

For truth

Stars twinkling in the infinity on high

Lead me back to you

I’m sorry if I said I needed you

I was so wrong, so wrong

I’m sorry if I told you I loved you

I was right, so right

Because I can’t just have you

I must possess your breath

Breathe in the presence of your being

I don’t care where we go

As long as we reach it together

Blood spilling from my eyes, ink searing

From my back, I fade in and out the black

And you’re there, forever

The sickness clamps throats so tight

But I cannot say goodnight

Not tonight

I’m sorry if I said I needed you

I was wrong, so wrong

I meant to say I wanted

This humanistic desire to taste and be hungry

To drink and be thirsty

To be born and undeveloped

To live and crave the final trembling of breath

I possess the worst and best

Of you

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