i can still phantoms crossing my path and all that rests from my conscious mind
the lack of eternity kills the scraps that i have build up as a fortress
i have scars of how many times i tried to believe in 'no more'
words so definite leave us to disappointment
to a place where our rationality is restless
where disappearing is a good resource to challenge the living
where falling into a place is throwing yourself at it
sucking all the power and drain yourself out
challenging your ability to not breath
to kill yourself for no definite time
everytime i write a piece of me tries to live up to the memories
every letter tries to kill a bit of you that is built and revolving inside of me
the past seems a crashing truth to the present
you can only get a negative result from its difference
my drained love lays here
unfaithful but eternal.

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