ENTRY NO. 5479





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I am one and I will never be two:
Three is missing and four is you.
I'm finding the others who have lost to the night,
Hoping they aren't too bruised from the fight.


There is practically no water left.
The only thing pooling in my stomach is dread:
A healthy dose of it,
Enough to keep me wary,
Battle scar-worn and shaking in my mask.

The sun rises bloody and true
In the red dawn I see only you:
How you died, face up to the ground,
The wind whirling yet barely making a sound.
Your hands were shackled by the cuffs of fate,
And I knew that inside, you were standing at hell's gate
With you hands by your knees, prepared to face Satan
And your hair in strands that you had forgotten to straighten.

What a duo we are, one scarred marred charred and jarred
The other still-willed grilled and killed.
At the beginning I used your blood for ink
But now I repay it with mine in the sink.

I hope you miss me,
I miss you too:
Let yourself be
And I'll make that two.