lovermuffin
New Member
Ephemeral
I suffer from the anguish of allowing your second death,
The corroding memories of your former being fade;
Conscious of your absence, I reminisce on lingering illusions.
Though I struggle to prevent you from wasting away,
Like the thin and dangling vein of a stem
Saving a delicate flower from descent and decay,
A sickeningly silent thief hides in obscurity,
Stealing the dispersed scraps of your remaining flesh,
Exploiting its invisibility, frustrating me just behind my sight,
Using elusive sleights of mind to escape,
And leaving me, frightfully and emptily grasping
For blurry images of nothing.
I cannot escape the responsibility
Of knowing that I destroy you with my addiction.
I crave that painful cycle of self-affliction
Which picks at the festering core
Of every wound that is left behind
By the impression of your absent self.
Technology fills the loss and loneliness,
I allow it to shape and control you:
The immortal plastic visions are there
To hint at who you were,
Withering your essence,
Embalming you within its manufactured memories.
I suffer from the anguish of allowing your second death,
The corroding memories of your former being fade;
Conscious of your absence, I reminisce on lingering illusions.
Though I struggle to prevent you from wasting away,
Like the thin and dangling vein of a stem
Saving a delicate flower from descent and decay,
A sickeningly silent thief hides in obscurity,
Stealing the dispersed scraps of your remaining flesh,
Exploiting its invisibility, frustrating me just behind my sight,
Using elusive sleights of mind to escape,
And leaving me, frightfully and emptily grasping
For blurry images of nothing.
I cannot escape the responsibility
Of knowing that I destroy you with my addiction.
I crave that painful cycle of self-affliction
Which picks at the festering core
Of every wound that is left behind
By the impression of your absent self.
Technology fills the loss and loneliness,
I allow it to shape and control you:
The immortal plastic visions are there
To hint at who you were,
Withering your essence,
Embalming you within its manufactured memories.