Of
Nevermore
Bitter fruit
Haunts me
Grows within my bones
Like
cancer
I feel ashamed
Hurt
A veritable maelstrom
of insane thoughts
Stabbing
My guts
Blunt force trauma
Bruised
Stupid
Overlooking empty shadows
Of
Nevermore
Why am I condemned to be
The martyr
The fool
Ignorant in belief
Lost hope
We were pirates
Vampyres
Daredevils
Survivors
Kin
I held an open door for you
And now
It’s just a cold
Frozen
Hollow dream
A figure of my
demented mentality
Steeped in fondness of
What might have been
Joyous oceans
Drops of rain
Dried
Denied
Abandoned
Without reply
The medicine cabinet is filled
With cure alls
But not for me
Just
Pills
And
Regret
And in the end
the taste
Of bitter fruit
(Matthew Bowers) ~93
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