I sit.
Before, I was dead.
Now I'm awake,
alive, with too many
thoughts in my head.
Stone turned to bone
over my unkempt
grave-shaped bed.
Broken and bled.
A Former statue,
now just decayed
blood and tissue.
Decades faded into grey.
A zombie by night
a classic reissue by day
I drift into
memories, and there I stay.
This is not my church,
my place of worship.
The sounds are too loud
and the walls slowly drip.
Not my temple,
or sanctuary,
not the wooden pew
on which I pray,
just reminders of nights
where the world would sway.
Not my space to sit,
sifting through
all those yellow-tinged dreams
that shift into my view.
I fall in love, in awe
with memories of you.
And then I sink.
Remembering, the pain,
the hate you poured down
my scarred throat.
My scared voice caught
In the burnt out
shadows devouring the ground.
Making no sound. Not a single whisper.
Too afraid to let any words
slip into the ether.
I dive into the hole that appears,
the profound tear in the ground,
where no sound echoes
and no emotions are allowed.
I fall. Watching the walls career past.
I see fragments of my life flash,
hope crashing through
glass shard reflections,
cracked and smashed
and I see you.
That wicked smile,
smirking as I land
amongst the bones,
the stones, the remnants
of who I used to be.
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