Yearn, dream and typhlosis

Yearn, dream and typhlosis

it was this copper light drizzle

sinking in our pupils

(suffocating in each others’)

turning everything into

yearn, dream and typhlosis.

ah I could have begged

I could have crawled

and ripped my senses

(purpose, reason and despair)

and howl to this atrocious god.

he still wouldn’t even look at

still would even mutter

about all this yearn, dream and typhlosis.

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