yes you’re denied
That terrible slice of heaven
Yes thank goodness
You didn’t get that big gulp of relief
There’s nothing inside, nothing to do
It’s all about the same black static wealth,
That pitch dark, gripping room.
You tear me down
Like you’ve down for so many years
My deep sleep like melancholy had only begun
You woke it up
And taunted my trauma
And reopened the sounds
Of my haunted past
Laughing at my pain
Indifferent to my tears
Angry at my love
Now, you cling to me like a child and I
Am denied
Absolutely denied happiness
Because you stretch out your trauma to me,
So you won’t feel so lonely.
You want me to be dependent on you
But really it’s you who need me,
And I am thankless
Drowning,
Deep inside of my heart,
A severed artery away from numbing
Deep sleep death.
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