DEATH Poem: The Death of a Soulmate, by The Terrified Dreamer

There is no line
No boundary the rot draws
“she’s already dead, Dude. Don’t stop me.”

Stop talking to the wall — it
displays the Truth and nothing else
I touched the needle, I burned in hell
& she was right all along
it’s so quiet here
at the end of this song
This thread I pull & down
another we dance we pull
the moon the sun
the others, us too
I am not alone
I am here
I am tethered
My body, my choice
The Dreamer awakes
The fire alive
Down on all fours
Right by her side
She heard the wall sing
and faced it beyond
The point of no memory
to the great beyond
And I came back her
To this now to say
STAY

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