the nights don't yearn
for longer than they ever need to
they don't speak for themselves
only a whisper in forgotten language
i want to feel as though im caught
once again at the border of nothing
and simultaneously everything
everything all over again
it's a phantom pain
a loss felt in the fallout
of toil and tampering
of a heart like death will win
if not human
By nlmacnamara
the anthology of emotion, the passing of life, the epilogue of pure, unfiltered regret this is "if not human"... More