Ghosts Lost & Winter Found

18 // bloodlost, the sequel

BLOODLOST, THE SEQUEL
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i.
here's how it is.
i will not take your dark, but i might,
desperate and drowning, steal it in the night.
i might, after a bottle or two, try
to bury all our sins, try to hide, try to fight.
i will try to save us in an eve, before the daylight.
and when we wake up shivering,
we'll realise what i've done --
taken our evil, released our haunts,
and locked us in the sun.

ii.
we have not seen blood, we have not seen dark.
a life of light, like eternal winter, has ahold of hearts.
why didn't anyone tell us a little evil is paramount?
you learn the truth that history never taught --
when you steal all that's evil
and bury it underground, everything falls apart.
you learn that these sins are our ghosts lost
and this light is our winter found.
and we choke on goodness, on light, as
the darkness swirls, unreachable, in the ground.

ii.
once you've lost the blood,
once you've buried the evil,
once you realise what you've done
and lust for the retrieval,
you lose it.
you lose it.
you lose it.