Absence

Absence
There's dying parts of me I know will never show
Counteracting juxtapositions that will never stop
There's a growing void that I'll never reclaim
There's a poorly treated wound that continues to throb
I'm hiding thoughts of me that I had long ago
Regressing to the age where there was no light
I know there's parts of me that will never see the day again
I never stopped carrying those wounds, here's what I've realized;

I am not scared of the night, I'm stuck in what it created
Trapped in the form of the gore and the body you sedated
I was told that you once carried that monster too
What do you think that would be like to go through as a child?
The story ends and something terrifying happens
The next chapter doesn't exist, but it has to persist
It birthed a new kind of wound that's never been heard of
The fetal membranes stuck to a grown up kid