SYNTHESIS STRICTLY, STRICTLY NONSENSE | Page 10

the click click my eyes are filled with numbness each pupil dilated searching for the nearest drop of sun opaque as the coal that lined my stockings under my eyelids hides more absence flickering forms of mystical terror start to dance in childish absent tune I’m falling into the void that fills without moving preys vividly crave broke your bloody heart need never needed nor known physical capacity everything you’re dying you won’t die you are immortal nothing to color I wonder where you wandered brother the sinner and the saint I’ll wait for you in the end 9