Left in the dark pinned down by a dagger
I walk through London alone with a drunken stagger
Cradling the cavern where it once belonged
The streets filled with our old songs
Cold night’s air stabs deeper than skin
Like I’ve been taught I must keep everything in
Pains only escape in tears splashing on my torn dress
Only worsened by the thought of you leaving this mess
Against the void, my palm I now press
Something beat again in this empty chest!
And I’m lost
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