Canvas

It's like a black canvas or
a page that's already ripped.
Such useless words
and empty gestures
with slit throats
and amputated arms.
It's just another day,
up one road and past the next.
I don't know where you are:
behind my closed eyelids,
and my soundproof walls,
holding my cold body.
Spin light through
solid shut doors,
make me see what
I've not been shown before.

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Meh.



"You are the limb I've lost, but somehow I still feel." Brand New Untitled 4