My Immortal – Written by Ben Moody
You’re a room of knives
I can’t escape.
Everywhere I look I see your face.
I wish I could scar, move on,
but I bleed every memory
of you in my arms.
There’s nothing emptier than never,
a hollow haunting of yearning for your return.
I hang from a mirror dancing in your reflection.
Oh tomorrow please cut the string.
©Susie Clevenger 2023