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Your words grow cold and incoherent

And I’m searching for a fever

That could lift me to the border of dementia

My eyes are tired from surveying everything we used to share

And I would sew them shut if I had any strength inside

I remember every promise

I’ve carved them into my spine

I raise my hands to the sky and beg that this won’t go unnoticed

Though I know some fires are not meant to burn

We are bred to flicker and fade, not to retreat into the earth

Not to grow without remorse

We douse ourselves with the moisture

That we’ve drawn from the soil

We breed and unleash

We’re our own natural disaster

String me along like the thread that binds your ribcage

Tie my limbs to the anchor, and be sure that I’m left alone to sink

I will shine brighter than the sun

I will forever be your torch

Cast me away

And in time I will set fire to the fibers that connect us

My palms grow calloused from the cold

I need your touch to cauterize

Sustained by the flame of another

The embers begin to reignite

There’s a hole in the heart that will never be filled

The anguish will fall through your fingers

Respect can manifest itself through misfortune

I am alone, and the world carries on

I am alone

The world carries on and we don’t deserve a second thought