[A Poem] Nothing Serious, Really.

moments from a distant past slicing these weary eyes out until the frozen tears melts from the insides of this bottle

the reveries, they’re torturing me the memories, they’re haunting me the flashes, they’re blinding me

it’s tearing my face up, a preface for disgrace

and so I watch myself from afar, sulking from a future without the stars and its constellations

an absence of celestial woes abstraction of a nightly ghost

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