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  • charlieka 7w

    Futile Search

    harvesting shadows from the graves of those I never knew is my hobby now
    the dead don't need the cool black pitter patters attached to their feet anymore
    the dead are not roaming afraid needing a friend
    I stich the shadows to my heels with ebony needles and aubergine threads and hope they fit
    want them to stay
    maybe help me on the way
    slowly push me ahead on the path i need to travel
    and every night mid journey they slip away
    leave me bleeding
    hanging alone on the side of the road where
    the moonlight doesn't shine
    I call softlike to my own dark form but she isn't here never has been
    for me and then I limp back to the cemetery to find another one