by Taylor Butcher
(Vancouver, WA)

The night falls as if slain by the sun,
cold and alone are we,
the understanding for which you sacrifice yourself fares once,
then dies,
devoured by your obsession.
all hope must end.

your love is no more.
how could you leave me?
demons surround us,
save us from ourselves.

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