Deafened by white noise.
I see only silhouettes.
Maybe it is you,
Standing on the precipice.
Screaming I hope you can hear me.
Or am I lost to brain entropy?
Stories I recall you used to tell.
I smiled under your spell.
Now there is a void.
My spirits need to be buoyed.
Yet I swear I saw you swan dive.
A move of certain suicide!
Bruised, swearing at gods above.
They have misunderstood.
I will shred their mortal shells.
For they stole… who’s there?
A one eighty reveals your there.
Upon one another we do stare.
Reunited, arms embrace.
Again I can feel your heart race.
Calmed I release my bloodlust.
You are the most just.
Never should this moment fade.
It never will, the debts been repaid.