Bring yourself to bear
And watch the leaves fall from
The tree
Kiss the open edges of your wrists
And slide down into a soulless sky
The rungs of this ladder are treacherous
As moonlight
And will tell you lies
That flatten your soul
Listen, for the morning approaches
And dawn has empathy for the damned
We live a little bit at a time
Our memories draining us of momentum
We scour our skin with steel wool
To disappear the rot of time
But this too is a blessing
For tomorrow never comes
Alone and all the stars are eyes
Dismembering what we can’t forget
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