Time will not comfort me
For what it has not done:
I ripped out my own heart
And consigned the shell to song.
Light begins to atrophy
Before the strongest night;
I removed its mystery
And replaced it with insight.
Taking the sickness was easier than health,
Nowhere left to crawl from shade.
Believing I had removed a spell
I turned and looked away.
Night will never comfort me
Because I sold you there,
I now realise just how much heart
Is too much heart to bear.
So time continues on absolved,
As my chest receives its breath;
Abandoned by its own admissions,
With not even shadows left.
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