Here’s a string and here’s a trail
a breadcrumb path that cannot fail
a trial to overcome and when
you make it through the ache will end

between the cross, between the lines
between the ache we can’t define
it creaks and burns between my bones
an aching no one’s ever known

the match ignites this single thread
the breadcrumb trail left in my bed
and sleepless, lonely nights avail
to which you swear it cannot fail

Endure the itch, but do not scratch
do not whisper, do not shout
press it down like coffee grinds
you’re only burning in your mind

So silence once again prevails
depression laughs as my flesh fails
my bed a mess of broken crumbs
and broken dreams that do not come.


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