Stabs of pain
from ghostly knives―
Reopened scares
on starry nights.
Dead silence,
(sounds of cries.)
Hear her whisper;
never goodbyes.
I beg, just leave,
slash these ties;
this umbilical cord
of deceit and lies.
I’d die to help.
(I’ve already died.)
I tremble― afraid
to let you inside.
You will not leave;
stuck by my side.
Echoes…
Echoes…
Echoes…
I fall behind
into the past―
my corrupted mind.
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