Umbra

Seraphique

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By the way your fingers draw the silhouette of his face, so lovely in your lap, to show me how he died.
I see you remember... every painful detail.
I fail to restrain emotions, my veins crack open wide.
The past isn't through when we are and guilt will come for the kill.
This is who we are, living on our handmade dream.

We are poles apart.

I sense the pressure, it is playing hide and seek
Unsatisfied and insecure.
What I know is what the world has sold me.
Anima evacuates, further into the future.
Anima evacuates to meet tomorrow.