Soberer IV: Dear Old Friend

I thought of a good night’s sleep
Against a dead man’s slumber
And swore nostalgia on the former
I fucking missed it, raw
So I stubbed the rod out
Coughed out one last time
Intentionally
Fare thee well, dear old friend

We shall meet again
For rituals
I moaned
And when the weight of the world
Becomes unbearable
I hope you’ll bear it for me
Like you did
In the sunset
When we first met

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