constantly redefine every segment on the lines you've drawn. breaking off your loose syllables just to keep your lips warm.
haunting through your house, or maybe Alvaton, caught up in another cigarette (we both know that you won't quit).
cauterize every word that your mother has ever said. she came back after nine months just to pretend that she's not dead.
still haunting through your house, or maybe Alvaton, and I'm NOT going to miss your hands, getting caught up in themselves, when you sleep.
you're keeping secrets away from your friends and everyone else.
i'm sorry i made you lose all of your control over everything but at least you know that I'm not sorry we're lost, moving closer to nothingness.
getting lost in the void.
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