an ode to demons,

to sadness, to vultures

and to madness.

☾︎ you were just a frame

hanging at the back of my life,

tying my hand to the time left behind,

the kind of picture i only

detailed once in a while,

a renaissance i escaped as a child.

questions, questions,

forgone minds,

my friends told me

it'll be alright if i smile.

☾︎ you were that side of a

building that never saw the sun,

shadows running were your

only smoking gun,

that part of the sky that

never felt free,

you were a fight i wish

i had never intervened.

a little child

that is just so naive,

reckless insecurities

drowning in their eyes,

a child shouldn't be

wondering

how to grow up right;

☾︎ you were just a frame

hanging over my head,

unspoken yet so many words said,

but so long as time can heal open wounds, these gray clouds will

hide behind a silver moon,

as long as i can keep going for a few more moments,

the shades of dawn will

colour my life before i know it.

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