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What an unsettling prospect

You’ve either gone or you’ve lost it

Left without a thought or fucked it

Tripped, kicked the bucket



I realise

I know so little

I realise

I don’t hurt at all

Will this bleed?

These bad thoughts will they bleed

I’d cry if you fucked it

But if you fucked

I dunno

Would it bleed?



Secret desire to forget this

Slowly getting nowhere

Should I forget this?

Time moves so fast

I might have to fuck it



I’ve realised

I know so little

Where do you go?

When you go home?

Where is it you sleep?

I don’t want to sleep alone

Anymore



What an unsettling prospect

You’ve either gone or you’ve lost it

Left without a thought or fucked it

Tripped, kicked the bucket

A fourth time

I’d cry

Seeing, fleeting

Pass me by

Everything around me

Only dies

Everything dies

Nothing lasts

Everything dies