Every day feels the same.

I hear your voice, it says my name.

Our horror story on replay.

Creeping vines fill the walk.

We used to sing, now we talk.

Our connected stings decay.

The rain falls as the sky cries.

Within us both, destruction lies.

I like that we just walk away.

No harsh feelings under the sun.

There’s no reason we find to run.

End of us, end of day.

That’s with dusk, not with dawn.

While it’s light, we both still fawn.

The inevitable we try to delay.

Every day feels the same.

I hear your voice, it sobs my name.

This terror story on replay.