This mourning air tastes like bitter melancholy.
When will I taste the honey ?
To soothe my throat,
I’ve been suffocating within the webs and knots.
Trying to find a remedy,
but the memory of you comes back to haunt me every October.
Probably because you killed a certain light in me, that I’ve yet to find again.
Your darkness devoured life.
It heard a heart beating intensely and sought
a version of me
only you know
taken ahold
That I no longer can return to besides
a deathly anniversary.
