It hasn't even Been three weeks, But I can feel Myself getting weaker.
She still has A part of me That she has Yet to give back-- That I don't want Her to give back.
Lately, I've been Spending my days Deteriorating,
And nights wondering What it would be like To stop deteriorating.
It would feel Wonderful. I could again Be whole
With her Us Together.
"Are you guys Still keeping In touch? "
Yes, but God dammit, The screen on A phone is not Enough.
Smiley faces and Less-than-three Are not enough.
No matter how Much I love her, I will never love Her as much as I did when she Was here,
When she was a Tangible, Breathing being
Instead of an idea That we talk about Like a dead relative.
She is alive, And she shouldn't Be gone.
She is alive In me, And I, In her.
We sustain each other, But for how long?
I asked her, Are you okay? What can I do?
And she said, Bring me home.
Not bring me back, Bring me home.
She calls me her hero, But what kind of hero Can't swoop in and save His Lois Lane?
Are heroes allowed To feel lost? Is it okay for a hero To be absolutely spent From the inside out?
Is it okay for a hero To do nothing about it?
Lindsey, Please come home.
I need you,
Home.
bring.
Author: Noah Kernan
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Date: 31/03/2020
№ 1196906
Bring me the moon
The twisted branch, it does want A ray of hope, a beam of light. Its so dark in here, Even flowers compelled to fight The selfish source Sends down only code of morse Emancipation nowhere near Hooligans everywhere, I fear The old tree, to set it free Does not need the sun, The fire makes it now burn. Its so dark in here Emancipation nowhere near All which seems right Needs a ferocious fight Now nothing can be done at noon, Go, bring me the mild amber moon.
You bring a sweet smile to my face And happiness down to the core of my soul And deep down inside, I think I like you. A lottle. *(Its like a little but a lot)
This week the feeding tube, bleeds you out Hospital subbasement, who do you trust Medical degree in years spent in insanity Cut out the organs that do not do anything Bleeed Yourself, for your blood sucking family Leave your skin open, and dripping Red walls leave blood stains on cement Wake up here, surrounded by confusion Apathy, on the faces of the nurses around you Helping the doctor. operate Steal this heart, while it beats
You will not find me, in any obituary My body is lost in the woods You will not find me, on an epitaph My last words written with my nails Scratched in, to wood, in vain Scrapes and wounds, bleed in vain White walls, block the scenery Red cement, stained by the blood you bring me Fresh meat
Fresh meat Bring me fresh meat The doctor is calling For fresh meat, Bring your own blood!
Clarity seen from chaos Just something good but not sure why Everything moves too fast to keep it straight But something called, "Making sense" almost makes. Sense?
