You deafen character
Reaching from beyond shadow and morality
Ripping joy from the labours and fruits of man
With the crushing gale of dejection.
You can be sensed not seen
Appearing uninvited and lingering much too long
Like the stench of blood being boiled down
You permeate the walls and pull up the paint.
You have broken strong men
Creeping from corners and darkening night
A stalking ether, seeping beyond skin and bone
Deep like a chill into the soul of man.
You possess the power to mute the world
Falling on worlds silently, briskly, like the cup of a snuffer
Murdering the brilliance of today
And lynching prospects of tomorrow.
Your presence is like a parasite
Feeding on souls and defecating this internal pain
The quotidian feeling of helplessness
A labyrinth of loss and damage
Yes my friend, I know you well.
It has been half a decade
And you've returned.
~ You Weren't Invited.
любов,
Іванченко.
Іванченко.
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