you cling stillform to pitted walls of dark where
starlight cannot reach or penetrate the gloom.
i no longer care how it was that i awoke to find
my bed so full of death, skin yellowed with the
stain of you on me, your aftertaste a bitter end
to innocence as you gutted love with hellish style.
i no longer care to drag you out into starlight,
your choices are not mine to make but my bed
is clean to lie on now, the stain has gone and
at least in cowardice i can trust you fully now.
*should i ever need you, i know exactly where to look*
