I wear the chain
around my neck you gave me
when we still had a thing
before we didn't
if it was long enough I swear
I'd fucking hang myself
but it isn't
lately I can't concentrate
the things I know are wrong
seem right
my head's always pounding
the singularity pulls
I fall a little bit faster
this depth is astounding
I'll sit by and play pretend
until I screw it up again
and pray for the end
remember like I used to
this has come to be too much
just lying here without your touch
with no one to lie to
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Author:
lux lucis (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 14th, 2026 00:14
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 2
- In collections: Black Hole Disease, Red Veil Cycle.

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