.
There is no such thing
as comfort,
just a momentary break
from the pain,
and those who seek it,
shake like junkies
when their time comes ’round again.
.
You know
as well as I know,
there’s no respite
to be found here,
just those short,
breathing moments
when the sky is clear.
.
We held on
to what we thought
was comfort,
until we both
almost died.
That bed we’d made
was an expensive grave,
and our comfort
was a lie.
.
so set it all on fire, now.
We’re gonna walk away,
and be better for it.
Every lie
we ever told
can burn through the night,
and we’ll be gone
by morning.
.
.
HG – 2020
