bloodshot eyes and manic hair.
you are on another plane
broken spine, hunched over scribbles
on partitions of rubble,
you make your mark.
legacy is all you are
nothing else will ever satisfy
"I do not want to be loved
I'd rather be remembered"
--forever remembered
your bloodied fingers, the bloodied walls
and words fill them, dried plasma
caking everything and anything.
you are defined
you are focused
writing is all that makes sense
to you. you are stronger,
holding our pen, you have more control.
you are not me,
never me.
my words run out,
as yours overflow.
you are my apocalypse.
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