Written by Jacob Ibrag
Fade away like you always do. I’ve been strung
along by the king of ventriloquism. Contort my limbs till you
get tired and quit. Dust me off and repeat. Not this time though,
I know better. Don’t you dare turn around and look at me with
those eyes. It’s too late. Whisper your sorry’s, I won’t be listening.
Trace my lips with your scheming finger tips. ‘One more chance,’ you
beg for it. I’ve been down this road before and failure awaits those that
walk the darkness without a flame. I am that flame, going out undeniably.
Knees crumbling to your plea. Can’t help but feel weak. Falling for it
all over, again. I am the Pharaoh, you are my red sea.
In denial, barely breathing.
Art by xetobyte