Empire Of The Senseless

You do miss me. You’re dying to let yourself out. Why don’t you just say everything? Why don’t you want to remember? I was the youngest when I was 28 in human years. My body cracked in half in the hands of the woman claiming to love my soul. She tucked me in bed and put my hand between her legs. She wanted me to prove myself less than. But I was her equal in every way. She put me on a throne and claimed ownership of my body. But unworthy was the mantra she withheld from my voice. The truth could’ve made dreaming and reality the same thing. But she said something else and left promptly instead; dignified in self-deceit she walked away from where I slept. She didn’t live very far at the time. Down the street she stopped, there was something she was forgetting, she was certain of it. But the picture was dripping wet paint and slipping out of the frame. The memory was gone. I waited just over a thousand days before I decided something had to be horribly wrong. She walked to fast for such an enormous delay. That w