hꜵllow

faded mist

auld lang syne awe evaporates along the line of the autumn of life
bitter jagged edges down the ends, biting back at reflection, reflections
reverberate deep dark deep down, ring, render the hallowed hollow

it will never feel the same
it will never feel the same
you will never feel the same

you know too that you will fade from fabric, ink will erode, lift you down
fire never burns bright when fuel evaporates, white bright clear deep dull
gnash your teeth until your tongue rests on gums and resin, porcelain

it will never feel better
it will never feel better
you will never feel better

but at least you felt it at all