edging tears
but he wont give in, hurts too much to cry
obsession is momentum,
his sweet little darkest muse
is it worth the abuse?
is it worth every peak for the valleys below
oh how could he know?
oh how could it stay
this much bleaker every day
if the time might slip away
until its all resolved
she could haunt each waking hour
in such memories empowered
by some unseen fucked up force
that pulls at his chest
when he's missing her to death
now it flows out through the leak
as the memories return
every single time it burns,
it sings too loudly in his ear
tries to harness all the sore
from his huddle on the floor
yet it prods and pokes anew
each new second as it stews
mind returns to pick the scab
its all sitting lopsided
as the soul reaches to hold
only empty air, and he'll stay waiting here