quiet 3am drive home
That quiet night, I saw the devil in me dancing around the pavements of the street we won't walk on ever again
The moon were eerily dimmed, and now I think she was trying not to glance in our affairs
The car was curiously loud and now I think it was dying not to let me remember your voice, which now I long for
They won't let me consume you and now I think you were sincere for you never knew I was keeping you in the same space I kept my sharpest knife
That turned dull and it hurts you even more
That turned me a murder and now I can't atone anymore
Your laugh used to fill my nights but now it rings in my ears like a broken record
Your cigar smell used to fill my lungs but now your absence fill my deepest midnight voids
I could write until my carpals severed, stare at empty ceilings till my eyes jaded
but I will forever be the person who killed even when I knew I will regret