the void
what should i do without you
the sound of silence kills me
those precious moments gather dust
life stands still in darkness
apple pie comes unmade, roses wilt, bourbon becomes water
i am waiting for you
leaves fall, my door locks
It draws near
as i drown in memory, my pen fades and the ceiling lowers
i rot, i sink
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