day 78 . carnal asylum V.

i remember

those dark nights
when art was our drug
when our hearts were worn on sleeves
when we were future king and queen in the making
i remember
on one of those dark night
a fist cracked against my skull
sucker punched by betrayed love
sentenced to oblivion
when i awoke you were gone
and thus i became
the king of nothingness

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