the end found us. shivering in our soiled blankets. the rain still lingering.
our hunger in puddles. as time sharpened its blade.
the beginning was loud. hysterical corners shouting at the shadows. as the puzzle pieces continued to decay.
we slept in little tornados. we dreamt in tiny hurricanes.each moment a matchstick perilously close to the flame.
we looked for water in our deserts. we searched for reason in our grief.
all we found were empty cages. and the monsters we'd released.
the end came and went. the sober cutting deeper still. we kept counting. as time seduced. we fell in love with what might have been.
we took the pain like medicine. but it only made us sicker.