running down the windowpane.
Caught in an expression quite insane.
Freezing there, as icy winds decide
the pleasure and the pain of every destiny
within a high's unnatural refrain.
It shouldn't be so hard to say goodbye.
Grief held inside too long to be denied.
At last you say hello again. The stranger
seems familiar in this sigh. Don't count
the moments bent on pure delight.
Forget the stumble - now you're falling
down that ugly flight of concrete stairs.
then it's happening again.
The fantasies keep crumbling.
The knight in rusted armor is a thief.
The mindset devilish in its beliefs.
The emptiness is calling out again.
It seems more kind than any human
ever meant to be to you. You grab
unto the rushing of the wind.
And find the pure release of death's ascent...
? Michaelette ?
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