Running after the end game
but it caught me here
finding the beginning
again
it keeps coming
so I progress no further than the start
swallowing demigods
every night
and the filament
is flickering
a new beat
a new rhythm
a burnt orange flavored cast
on careful crimes
I can't forget
This five-chaptered story
of
aching love
bleeding all over
another
un-made bed
filling the days
and most nights
But now I'm late
and chapter six
is writing itself
inside someone else
a foreign body
an unspoken, unbroken code
Just lay the book on my chest
feel the words
leave the words
keep your word
