The chains
That bound me to you—rusted, shattered
You were the one
To drop them into the abyss
I get it now
But I do not go gently,
Dear miss
This all has been a hit-and-always-miss.
Project
Your happiness into the vastness of the digital
All foxy-eyed, intent without a heart
Behind
That's all it was
Sublime? No, sublimation
But in the digital,
There is no place to hide
So try
To live, to love just like you never could
The thought is torture, keeping me awake
We were just fine
I sought to build our Eden
Too late to realize you always were
The snake.
analysis paralysis
© Copyright: Владислав Вольнов, 2026
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