Almost exposed, flesh and bone, our heart and soul.
I see your thoughts.
Your unspoken and yet, composed words hanging in the dead air.
The words only thought of and not heard.
I see you in my mind.
You are lying in a decayed place.
A figure mimicking the dead trees of our surroundings.
There is a great strain upon us, our shoulders heavy.
A weight not even Atlas could hold.
Amongst the lies, do I see you peeking your head?
Do I hear your faint echo?
I used to.
-Keeva & Noa
YOU ARE READING
songs from the dark
Poetrypoems or songs that we write in the cover of dark, or the covers of our bed. © 2015 - 2016 uta-kaneki
