abaddon

they are weary like insomnia
sleepless existence drains
darkness follows daytime
heavy feels, light love

exhausted from pretending
they care not for each other
dreams turned to nightmares
gone are the days of lust

waiting patiently for mistakes
to howl, belittle, and screech
craftfully avoiding devastation
realization: we’ve gone to shit

abaddoned, 2021

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