who i am
books vanish
haven't spoken
in months
fool keeping
it all inside
why would the
world want
to see this
a name broken
all things i
am i never could
be the same
in this season
i fall
falling the
abyss reaching
out
who are you?
you see
i've
picked up
pen
i'll type these
words
my machine
laden with mythos
and apology
like a distant
sea
erasing
