Catalyst
Scavengers of the land pick the bones off my memories.
Phantoms hide behind their cloaks then evaporate into smoke.
Come breathed the smoke of my lungs that's filled with putrefying chaos.
They say true love never dies but what do I know of true love?
When all I've ever known was heartache and sorrow.
Is love suppose to leave behind battle scars among your body
invisible to the naked eye or not?
I wear my heart like a straight jacket to avoid anything touching it.
I wander endlessly through the catacombs inside my head with this
secret void I have created.
I am shifting in and out of darkness where there is no darkness.
I have been shadow kissed by the coldness of death.
I feel the sting of frostbite creepin' in my soul.
How long must I linger between both realms?
I have become the catalyst of my own demise.
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