withered emotions, I feel like winter
so cold in a grave of my own making
yesterday is so true it’s a lie
I am in an eternal fetal state
every time I dream, I die

once you held out your hand
in a sliver of a moment
I was alive again
my resurrection
could not cure
my imperfections
I lie awake, I feel undead

severed devotion, shattered beliefs
that you would cure this heart
in the chalice of your being
I am in an eternal fetal state
every time I awake
it feels like a mistake

I am in an eternal fetal state
I am an abortion, your mistake
I am a memory you will never reveal
I am a life you had to steal
I am feather blown away
forgotten in a field of grey
I am an illusion of the truth
I am a lie…

(c) 2018 allen wolfie simpson