sophocles_hero

my hand reaches up for the cord
to a single light bulb
to illuminate the room
but I stagger away with a bottle
and I am lit up instead
this room is a spotlight
and the silence is sharp
drawing fresh blood
I find myself between
an ending and the credits rolling
I wanted it to be so loving
but couldn't force the form
and I wouldn't be lying
if I told you
I hated your charm
and your dopplegangers luck
I was fallen so hard
reaching for a dissociate heart