You're in my head these beautiful days,
in my vision-depraved eyes
and my cold finger's longing for touch.
There a little light of recollection
and a slow murmur of affection.
Since... well... I've led no life since you...
just a slow walk down a road with no expected end
a bad story with a forgotten prolog and no clearly defined end.
I've had no dreams since you...
but... to be fair... it's not on you...
... but in my sleep at night,
in softly smothered breaths,
the total destruction of a corrupted being reminds me of you.

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