Your soul’s being seeped out of its embodiment,Taking two steps forth without consciously moving your ground,

Watching the way their lips danced without comprehending their noise,

Longing for your input so you blink as your heart’s gone thither,

Seated by the corner, drenched in a darkness, or is it your shadow, struggling for a welcome back, but something feels broken inside of you, fragments trapped outside of you, something doesn’t feel right, and it feels as though you don’t have much time, pieces displaced and can’t find their way back home.

But you have to plug the leak before it erodes all that exists.

Where’s it coming from ? You’re the physician, a mechanic, your fixer now

Do you know you well enough to block off the leakages,

Or will you have to lace every inch with poultice till the void is healed by chance.

Or it’s desecration by the rusts enabled by the ticks, and the tock that devours a second coming

You’re trapped in a maze, fading into oblivion,

Are you cursed by the gods or a reality you reject ?

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