syrup


i would take the afterlife
over living one more day
i am out of time to break my heart
of its liquid remains
and i am shriveling
imploding
outward to the boundaries within my thoughts
their purpose i can see
no longer
but i want to be the same
as the me of
long ago, sharper than the teeth of time
that bite so deep
into my bones
alone
to sing my songs
to no one else
for only i can hear
them in my ears
gone deaf
with eyes gone blind
in the blackness i can find
a whiter shade
a high much lower
less divine
my heart beats slower
somewhere down here
getting older
getting over
getting older
now and never
gone forever
it’s all over
it’s all over




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