Abandoned.

There, it woke up dead.

I could feel it.

I could feel it.

Take it from me to a black hole.

Puncture me with such simplicity.

You are hiding.

I am playing games with myself.

I am tapping my fingers to a tempo unseen.

I woke up dead.

I felt it in the end.

That I was just a burden for years,

A ghost in the house inflicting lead weights.

Overtaking it again, my heart trembles.

I have been shaking this whole time,

Wondering who was ever right.

If I died tomorrow, would you weep?

Would you have given a damn?

Go on and crack my skull.

I am disgusted. 

Leave.

Leave.

Author's Note

06.09.2014