He is or he isn't?
He’s going to do it, he’ll drink.
Or he won’t.
Think of me, that is.
He’ll do it.
We won’t last.
This wont work,
Nothing will suffice anymore,
These thoughts are the ones that linger after a long day
When I’m lying restless, to sleep.
And it seems like an impossible activity,
Because something infects my brain
And melatonin
Will not suffice
But this time,
I will die on the inside
A little less
This time,
Because I will expect it, and I’ll have known already
What exactly that faction of terror feels like.
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