last from messengers by j badzone

There was no choir
There were no horns
I thought you didn’t love me
But I just mistook it for your scorn
And so I lay awake and think of you
I know you answer to a master too
I’m glad I could be of any use
To free you from your earthly noose
I’ve lived without an answer for so long
And continue to, still

Can you peer deep enough inside
To see my heart pumping out pesticide?
I asked where you had gone
Sky ripped open when you replied
And I wondered how I could have ever lost you
I wandered far until I forgot you
And you just bid me adieu
“Safe travels,” you said, and you passed out of view
You’re still sending forth hoards of flies to open wounds
You say it works, and I’m the proof

There won’t be a resolution
It will last forever
They will carry it down, carry it down, carry it down, carry it down with their hearts beating
Never burdened with meaning
And there’s never any sign of either of us winning
Bless the end more than the beginning
You tried the best you could
And suddenly I understood:
In this story is where it will reside, with me
Trailing it throughout what remains of time

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