Always is only a baby when she dies cradled by my tongue
Never completing her journy to be birthed by my lips
There is no anger
Just the sadness of a loss so great
I do not curse the gods or silence my voice
I simply regret not appreciating every moment
Looking into my lovers eyes as always was conceived
His warm arms warding nightmares his whispers planting the seed
In terror I have poisoned myself
Dreading the dragging emptiness more than the finality
I am not made to be loved and as the child dies I feel myself slipping
Always drowns in my tears as my toes search for rock bottom
my hands cling to clouded dreams
I will not go softly, but slowly
Unnoticed, slipping into sleep
No more fighting
Here is the meaning tattooed on my leg
Here is the concept I have fought for
The death of always and the birth of now
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