When I would see you
In a fever dream
You dissipated in
To the smell of smoke that stained
All my clothing
Do you still dwell on
Dwell on me too?
I only find respite
Confiding in my vices
And sulking in their wreckage
Self inflicted consequence
I want to feel clean
and bleach out my memory
When every new tattoo
Heals into skin that'll never be touched by you

















