Widowed Summer, I Sink

It's my obstruction in your words
That holds me close to you
Preventing some contingency
The folly of our dreams
I can't brand the tendencies
A fleeting industry
The grave pretender comes to you
Seeking casualty

The valley of a caustic breed
Resting in the sea
Depending on the marbling
Of festered plasticine
Moonlight-stifled breast of dawn
Inciting vanity
Gleaming off the blackened sea
Derangement on the brink

Wave on
Wave off

You don't have the curses
I know I'm the problem
Wave on, wave off crashing
Widowed summer, I sink
I sink



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Writer(s): Will Kim
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